The Little king
Who's there.
A giggle echoes.
- Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?- the voice repeated, mocking.
"Ryan, it's a girl's voice."
- Peek-a-boo! - one girl, peeking from behind a tree, says.
- Hello little one. You scared me. Where are your parents?
- Parents? I don't have parents.
- Are you here all alone?
- this is my house - she says, coming out from behind the tree, in an old and torn dress.