The Pretty One

"i am pretty. Oh so pretty and pinkish and warm! and i'll surely be be the belle of the ball. tonite All the other pretty gloves look at ME! all the pretty gloves look at meeeee now. "

Clara sang loud, so very loud -it was her way of not being afraid in a strange place as she waited for her owner to return for her. So loud that passersby were amused and entertained. Her fear almost subsided as she put smiles on their faces. She sang so loud though, that she could not hear the voice of her owner calling out to her... "Claaaa-raaaaa! Clara where ARE you?!!"

But Clara kept on singing.