She picked the berries and hummed to herself. As she picked the berries and put them into her basket, she looked up at the sky and talked to herself "Hmm looks like rain. Maybe a thunderstorm. Not good for my berries..." She kept working at a steady pace until sunset, the berries staining her fingers and apron. She picked up her basket and heard a noise near her home. Fear and curiousity spread across her face. She ran for her home and stopped short, staying hidden in the bushes. She peeked out and looked to see who near or in her small cabin.
