Her name was Daisy. She was a farmer girl. She grew up among the sheep's and the cows. The fields where her home and the mountains her world. River, her dog, was her best friend and the hay storage her favourite place. She knew how to make crowns out of dandelions and how to crave the cutest figures out of pumpkins. She knew how to ride and how to climb up the highest trees. Every week on Sunday morning she would put on her nicest dress and would bind her dark hair in a pink ribbon and would walk down to Chruch, together with her brothers and aunts. In the Sundays evening they would sit at the old oven and hear the older people sing their old songs about the old times. Daisy would play Domino or Chess with her siblings, or she would cut...