My Brother Spies a Princess

when she walks, it looks like gliding or skating, or dancing. Her skirt has a little flipping motion, yet it is not prancing. She must be a princess I tell my father and mother. They are not as impressed, but then I note my brother. His brown eyes are following her all over the place. He begins walking a bit faster, yes, certainly picking up the pace. Slow down Richard! My father says, but he keeps going on by. My mother says real low in a very small breath “oh, my!” We had thought Richard went the other way, but he likes this one. Watching him all googly-eyes and giddy is really quite fun. He says something to her, but she keeps walking faster and away. I kind of feel sorry for my brother, this one tiny time, today.