Down by the willow A girl was weaving a blanket by a willow tree. The girl had wild blonde hair tucked behind a willow green headband and fiery green eyes to match the things she loved. Her olive skin camouflaged against the trunk of the willow tree. She wore an earthy green dress made out of soft willow leaves that protected her from the wild storms that happened often in her beautiful habitat. Her house was a great, weeping willow tree. The leaves acted as a roof that leaked a little when the rain poured, but she was fine with that. Inside, four jars twinkled with the light of the glow worms that lived inside the jars. “Hello there,” she said to a nearby ladybug who was enjoying a meal on a leaf. “My name is Farina.” Farina blew on a dandelion clock. “Archery practice!” Farina exclaimed. Farina grabbed the old-fashioned bow that her father had given her before her family abandoned her. She hated to think of that day. She walked out to a grassy field. A target was set up. She shot her arrow and got a perfect bulls-eye. Suddenly a posh voice yelled, “ATTACK!!!” Farina immediately turned around. She saw the top agent at D.A.D.O.W.T (Death and destruction of willow trees.) Still clutching her bow she ran as fast as she had ever run in her life. The run was not long D.A.D.O.W.T forces had retreated. She knew what she had to do. Her mum had told her that the only thing that could defeat her dad's company was the force of nature. She knew that there was only one place she could find it.
I AM REALLY SORRY I COULDN'T DO IT IN THE PROJECT SCRATCH WAS GLITCHING!
