Kit sat in her favorite oak tree, same as every night. It stood on the top of a hill, providing the perfect view for someone who loved to observe. It was a wonderful place to watch the fireflies, or lose yourself, staring at the full moon. What is exactly what Kit did until it was time for her to curl up in the branches and go to sleep.
Kit had lived here for as long as she could remember. Because no humans ever visited her here in her little clearing, she befriended all of the animals. She talked to them, and cared for them when they were injured. The animals were the only friends she had. In fact, Kit had never met a human, at least, not that she remembered.
Kit didn’t know her parents. Or rather, she didn’t remember them. But she knew she must have some, somewhere. She always thought of them as good, happy, unselfish people. She loved to daydream about them. Something would happen and they would leave her here alone, but for her own good. Kit hoped to meet them someday.
Kit yawned and stretched. She stood up and walked along the branch until she reached the trunk. She knew where the perfect branch was. She had slept there every night for years. Kit began climbing the trunk of the tree, stopping after climbing about ten feet. She found the branch that she was looking for. It was thick, and free of knotholes and smaller branches. The bark was smooth and comfortable to someone who was used to its texture.
Kit crawled out to the end of the branch to get the fur coat that she assumed her mother had left her. She crawled back to the center of the tree with it in her right hand. She curled up on her side and placed it over herself. It was very warm, perfect for a night like tonight. The moonlight streaked across her face. She closed her eyes and smiled.
She shivered a bit and pulled the coat tighter around herself. After pushing her hair out of her face she pulled the hood over her face. Feeling the fur on her cheeks made her feel more comfortable. Kit slowly drifted to sleep.
