It was a quiet meadow; a silent, moonless night that brought her to where she now stood. The soft grass tickling her toes caused a slight shiver to run up her spine. She dug her chubby toes into the thick bed of grass. Nature was the best medicine for her constant grief. A wry smile etched her solemn facade when she inhaled the strong, sweet scent of fresh earth. Tonight, she will let her sorrows roll of her stiff backside and enjoy the silent company.