Chapter 5

"Herrè"shouted an old woman. She had white hair that was tied up untidily and a sweet face. Her eyes where brown just like her ears and tail.

"Mama Rosita!" Replied Herrè. She smiled and looked at me, she seemed elated with the fact that I was with Herrè. "Who is this?" She said in an almost childlike voice, Herrè answered honestly, telling her my made up story and my name. But when she asked my age he looked over expecting me to answer,

"24" I said in my usual springy voice. She seemed exited and went on to tell me that I was the same age as Herrè and all about him.