Ginger took a piece of paper and started drawing.
“Why are you drawing?” asked Pepper inquisitively.
“What are you drawing?” Said Mint bubbly.
Ginger ignored them and continued to draw.
Pepper stared at Mint and shrugged.
Mint looked at Pepper with a smile.
Then looked over to Ginger and smirked.
Hand in hand Pepper and Mint walked towards Licorice and whispered.
Licorice with eyes wide opened, jaw dropped, shuffled towards Gummy.
Gummy did not know Ginger and was just an acquaintance to Licorice.
But the story was passed from one to another.
Adjectives were added and dropped. Stories were Lengthened and shortened.
Ginger looked up occasionally from the drawing but still went on.
The crowed laughed, sniggered, shook their heads and whispered piteously.
They peeped, they commented, but did nothing.
Finally Ginger completed the piece and smiled at it.
Next Ginger started tearing it into bits towards the wind.
Ginger did not care what was drawn, what was said, what was still being passed around.
Ginger did what Ginger wanted.
Then Ginger climbed over the wall.