The townspeople knew what she was as
soon as they saw her coming, her clothes worn and patched, a backpack
on her back and the brim of her hat almost over her eyes. She did not
enter the town but stopped on the bridge, sitting down on the
railing. A few curious children who had never seen her before
approached her cautiously.
"Sit down," she said softly.
"Sit down, and I will tell you the story about how the mountains
came to be."
When night came the parents would come
out and take their children back, lead them back home.