Miranda was a city girl and as such grew up in a concrete jungle, as her mother explained to her. Outside there was the odd tree and green areas, but Miranda didn’t have a concept of wide open spaces even though she saw plenty on the TV in her room.
To her, the world was one of grey with the occasional splashes of green.
Her parents blamed themselves for bringing up their daughter in such an environmentally challenged way. It didn’t bother Miranda as she was fine living as she did on the twenty-third storey above the city, where the lights at night kept her entranced, especially so at Christmas when they presented themselves in more colours than she imagined existed.
One day her school announced there was to be an excursion into the country. Miranda was excited, as she’d never been to the country. Her parents, like her, were city folk and going to the country was not an idea they entertained.
But they agreed to Miranda’s request to be allowed to go and on the appointed day packed her a lunch and gave her strict instructions as to what to do if she felt overwhelmed.
The excursion was for Miranda a voyage of discovery. There was so much green, she couldn’t believe her eyes. There were animals, huge grass-eating beasts and woolly smaller creatures in vast flocks she found it hard to take her eyes away from.
Miranda had not realised there was such a wonderful world away from the city. The colours alone were enough to give her a love of a world beyond her current experience.
She returned that evening laden with as many brochures as she could carry from the places they visited wanting to tell her parents about everything she had seen.
‘Goodness,’ thought her parents after listening to her for several hours, ‘what little monster have we unearthed?’