Jane wanted to be queen of the world, no small bridge to cross when you are only stepping into your twelfth year. She often dreamed away while sitting under the big tree on the riverbank, fishing for their dinner. She had tried to use a sharpened stick once but soon realized that meant getting into the river and getting wet and could not justify the scolding her mom would give her to do such a dangerous act. Digging up worms from the dewy early morning ground was not a pleasant task, but the fish seemed to like them. She felt a tug on her pole and it woke her from her dream. She disliked the work of taking the fish off the hook, but it was a daily chore and her mom would be happy with her for it.
The Bag Lady 