The wind met a howling, loud vast sound that was both curiously unexpected and deafingley agonising. A girl of 11 years who went by the name of Jane was a very passionatley grateful human soul. She was grateful for everything she had. Both Jane and her friend Diana used to go out in the woodland Berry picking, not bothering to seek either parent's permission, for they always avoided to proceed with any allowance towards it, since they cared about their children and lovingly cherished them too much for them to be poisoned by the wrong berry. When they went out, they picked up their basket they left in the woodland from the last week and met each other at the top of a light green hill that was just before the beginning of the thick line of trees. Jane had brought deliciously scrumptious chocolate muffins that taste was something from another world as the fantastically delicious flavour entered her stomach. Before asking first, as was usual for Diana but Jane couldn't help being slightly offended for their taste, took one of the...