The wind was restless.

The clouds darkened.

A flash of lighting cracked.

A storm was brewing.

The creatures of the forrest hid in their homes to take cover.

The rain began to pour.

After the storm cleared up, the creatures came out of their homes to make sure there was no damage after the storm.

Branches and trees laid everywhere.

The creatures got to work at cleaning up the mess.

They didn't want anyone to get hurt.

One small creature lifted a huge branch that laid in the middle of the path way.

He was stunned at what he saw.

A little hand was visible in a pile of leaves.

They cleared the leaves.

It was a girl.

They quickly took her back to their house.

While the creatures discussed how they were going to take care of the uncurious girl...

She woke up.

When everyone was asleep...

She ran away.

It didn't matter to her that they were trying to show her kindness.

She didn't like the creatures.

They were different.

She wanted to be lonely.

The creatures tried to catch her.

They wanted to be friends.

They wanted to care for her.

But they could never find her.

Every now and then, the creatures would think they saw her.

They would search and search.

But they wouldn't see her again.

They called her the hiding girl.

One day, the girl grew ill.

She needed help.

She came out of her hiding.

But the creatures...

But the creatures...

Were gone.

She was all alone.

Just as she had wanted.

But she didn't want to be alone anymore.

She went back to the forest.

She was never seen again.

But she was always remembered.

The hiding girl.