This is the story of Gabrielle Brind’Amour, not to be confused with the story of that hockey player with the big nose.

There once was a time, long ago, when the skies were red and the nights were blue, in a land where mountains soared and prairies swept away as far as the eye could see. In that land lived a little girl named Gabrielle. In her pocket, next to her heart, she kept a secret. It’s not that she didn’t want to share her joyous news. It’s just that she was busy. She was busy studying us all. How we moved. How we laughed and played. How we loved and hated. How we all took advantage of our homes. Her secret was that she knew us all... all too well.

Every moment her little heart and lungs beat with the rhythm of life. She danced. She cried. She sang. She laughed. She blew bubbles. She swam. She fluffed. She ran. She sharred. She spoke words. She learned from others. She snored. She slept. She ate. She watched. She listened. She roared like a dragon. She helped everyone with band-aids. All of this, she lived deliberately until she was tired and went to bed.

A little piece of love was that Gabrielle Brind’Amour