"Her head blazed; her tiny, tight braids were like coals on fire. The villagers stayed in her head, shouting and laughing. She tried to closing her eyes and massaging her forehead. With her eyes still closed, she eased her body onto the couch. Familiar footsteps sounded at the side of her head. Maddie appeared. 'All this shouting and hollering won't solve anything - it will only make us tired and enemies. We all have to live together in this village.' Not one villager joked about her two dresses, pants and sweater. Not one villager had anything to say about the pencil stuck in her…
