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 muffins without asking. "Wha ... I don't .. why you ... you stole my muffin?!" Diana attempted to hold back her uncontrollable laughter which Jane finally caught on with. They both went on with their Berry picking and also played both it and hide and seek. There was so much in this woodland that was very inspiring to an aspiring great storyteller such as Jane who had dreams of becoming an author in children's books. The trees all seemed they had stories to tell themselves and every line and twirl and adventurously intriguing weight of every tree went to her brain as endless stories and characters coming to life. She and Diana loved to be around the woodland and were always ever so grateful for it's existence, especially near their home. The wind breezed softly now instead of hyperactively and Diana let out a positive sigh of the fresh and luminously wonderful countryside air. She closed her eyes. Sniffed the scents of the trees. Took in the animals communication with her. Thought the stories. Used her imaginative escapism. And then she opened them. She immediatley questioned her surroundings when she realised that Diana had gone. Jane wasn't too panicked because she always did this whenever they would come, Jane just thought she was very excited and no wonder. Jane breathed the air again and then a voice came whispering from behind her. This made her startle and she looked back and Jane couldn't believe what she was seeing but she must of believed in something for she wouldn't of seen it otherwise. An outstretched brown twig and a tree with a drawing of a face by some of the local school students had come to talk to Jane and spoke in a quiet, old, seemingly isolated voice. The tree spoke very slowly. "Breathe ... your ... imagination." "I .. I... This is ..." There was an almost barley audible laughter coming from the tree's unexpectedly interesting voice that sounded so old that it could have stories and historical records for centuries. It sounded amazingly tired. "Go ... find ... your ... friend" and the tree struck a smile into Jane's that she couldn't help but find contemporary and exceedingly natural to copy. The tree stopped talking and Jane shook her head, wiped her eyes, looked right to the left and then behind heard her best friend Diana coming for her. "I just got an idea for one of your stories." Jane exclaimed happily. "What's that?" Diana asked intrigued. "I know your stories idea are great but I've got an idea for a fantasy adventure." Jane chuckled nicely and said "Thank you very much, it sounds like a wonderful idea and I'll defintley think about using it but I think I've got my next story to tell." And as Jane looked to the tree (her imagination) and looked at her best friend (another story in her endlessly interesting life) she felt proud and grateful to have the beautiful passion for storytelling she had, so she can tell any story and go everywhere and anywhere she wants with her vast, long and adventurously magical imaginative adventures. After picking berries which fortunately were safe Jane and Diana went to see the sunrise before returning home to dinner.