Starring Isabella (nahh-ato).
*Italics denote a thought.

The sun, feels just so nice on me. Such a beautiful day, I hope the rest of the pullips at home enjoy these berries… I better start again, now where did I leave the basket?

What is that sound?.. my heart, it’s racing, what .. what is that?

Come on princess, I know it’s hot, but we need to find some shade and some food before we parish …

Grey Mouse : I’m coming, it’s just this log, it’s hard to climb on, my feet hurt, how far do we have to go?
Tan Mouse : Not much further, your tribe must not know where you are.. they must not find us, you know why..

Tan Mouse : What, there is shade, oh it’s a big pullip..
Isabella : A big pullip?.. is that what you call me?.. I don’t think I am that big, maybe a tan pullip, or just a pullip, would do.
Tan Mouse : you, You understand me.
Isabella: No I just like talking to myself, Of course I can, you look positively parched, come, I have some berries in my basket, you are welcome to have them.

Tan Mouse : Thank you, my name is Prince Chip of the Wallahwallah Tribe.
Isabella : Well hello Prince Chip, my name is Isabella. *she looks off and spots a female mouse..* and who might that be?
Chip : That is my betrothed.
Isabella : does she have a name?
Chip munching on berries : Her … name … is … Acorn.
Isabella calling out :Come Acorn, enjoy the feast!

After some time ….
Isabella : You two, are far from mouse contry. What brings you out here?
After a moment of silence Chip mumbles : Running away.
Isabella : Running away? .. What happened?!
Acorn : Chip and I were from waring tribes, and we were meant to kill eachother, however we fell in love instead, It was not permitted that we did that, so we fled.
Chip : Thank you for your hospitality Isabella, but it’s going to be dark soon, and we must find shelter.. We will not forget this!
Isabella : Shelter?.. Come, get in my basket, and I’ll take you home with me. Would you like that?.. I live in a huge library, you two would never have to fear anything again.
Acorn and Chip together : We, don’t know what to say.
Isabella : Don’t say anything, just get into my bakset and come home!