I will never forget the extraordinary infancy I lived the moment I was raised by them.
The kindest animals ever known to mankind ever, one hidden from society.
One, a grizzly bear. Gigantic, kind, cuddly, with soft, downy brown fur.
His fur could even match that of a brown silk rug.
The other, a unicorn. Beautiful, pure, with the silkiest white body and the bluest mane and horn.
The two of them first found me alone in a glenn, beside my parents’ dead bodies.
They must’ve been shot by hunters when they were out game hunting themselves.
Now here I am, a naked little 3YO figure, in the comfort of my own skin…
…yet, I am alone, crying, with no one to look after me.
The bear and the unicorn looked at each other. They had no choice.
They both decided to raise me as their own, and teach me the ways of the forest.
They took me back to the cave which they both shared together.
The unicorn used that beautiful blue horn of her’s to heal my bruises and aching patches.
The bear, being the big lump of comfort he is, gave me lots of cuddles.
I could feel my soft skin connect with the bear’s gentle, kind fur.
At last, I got tired, yawned, and snuggled right near his tummy.
The bear fell over onto his back and snuggled peacefully down to sleep, with me in his arms.
The unicorn nestled beside him, letting out a funny lip noise that made me giggle sleepily.
It was the start of my whole new life.
It wasn’t upper class, but my new name had been given already:
Penelope. Lady of the forest.
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