There was this girl, Mary. Almost no one ever knew her name, only her deeds. She was a real hero, from many points of view. During the days, she worked in an orphanage. All the kids loved her, she liked to play with them, told many tales, and loved them as if she was their mother. Sometimes, her thoughts have gone very far. This mostly happened when she was in the middle of a story. These times she started to tell about a hero, who saves many lives, preferably children.
On one day, she made some sandwiches for the kids. This was kind of a routine, she did it without looking at the bread, the butter, the salami, or whatever. She was again thinking of her hero, saving another child.
Jonathan always liked to play at the edge of a forest. He looked for bunnies, picked some flowers for his mother, ran through the plains, played hide and seek with the trees and the pests. All the other kids in the village thought he's a