The adventure story of a little girl looking for her grandmother~
Seven-year-old Vita swears by cake:
I will definitely abandon the gentle sheep and climb over the snow-capped mountains in front of me with the wolves. On the way, wild fruits are my bread, soft meadows are for me to rest, and the creek has a singing voice like a bird, singing a lullaby for me when the night comes.
There is a dense blueberry bush on the other side of the mountain. I will follow the well-fed squirrel to the river bank where daffodils grow, and then take a sailboat made of tree trunks down the river, and finally stop in front of a dense garden.
My grandmother lives here.
She has the warmest embrace in the world, and she will also put a garland of willow branches on my head.
Motto: Brave people get warmth first
