She sat there, long brown tendrils of hair dangling from her head, a miniscule thing compared to the collosal Saint Bernard crouched beside her. She tossed the leaves into the breezeless autumn air, and they drifted unhurriedly to the soft ground, emitting a soft rustle as they alighted. She tossed the dreary leaves up repeatedly, observing in awe how the leaves came down in different patterns each time.

The dog lay down cozily, resting its massive head on its shaggy peds. The girl turned her head to the mamolithic creature and had no time to know what happened: an immense flying creature swooshed down upon the girl and carried her away.