Hazel has been so busy with keeping all of her street friends safe, and warm, she barely has time for herself. She often thinks of the place over the hill called Nowhere, and dreams that one day, she might even live there!
You know, Hazel is no fool, no, not even at the ripe old age of 9! She has seen many a down and dirty deal, and has been dealt a few of her own. She saw the little living doll, and thought to herself that perhaps she could help the doll be happier, or something, she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was about that little Pippit, but something was missing, or something just wasn't quite right about her.
Hazel made herself a promise, The very next time she goes over that hill, she is going to find that little Pippit, and do something nice for her! Maybe one of the "treasures" Hazel has found out in the landfill would be nice...there's that old lipstick case she found, it's kinda pretty, way too girlie for Hazel anyway..no that's not quite right, or perhaps the coffee mug with the chipped handle, little Pippit could actually sit right in it she's so small...no that won't work either..hmmm
Hazel would have to give this one some thought, after all, she didn't really know much about the living doll, but felt a strong connection for some odd reason. Still, Hazel thought none of them there, in that perfect little place could possibly understand about being an orphan, or living on the streets, or being cold and dirty. What was she thinking? She would never fit in there..oh dare to dream, dare to dream...
Helloooooooooooo... Are you in there Mozes? I see the lights are on. Tea Rat and Rattus said they were going to come put lights in the shed... You said it was awful dark in there.. We thought this would speed things up a bit.. Somebody left the ladder out here! hmmmmmmm... Ok fess up. Who did that? I brought my tools, may I help you? What was that you were working on.... OH! That's right, a surprise! Can I still help?
Pippit reached in her mushroom pocket for her pictures of home. She had to admit, she felt a little homesick...but she also felt a little funny...not the right kind of funny where you laugh. This was a funny feeling creeping up...so she wrote in green in her journal...I'm not so sure that I like that old stuffy dollhouse I lived in...perhaps Hazel would understand. 
She looked at the picture of her make shift aunt and uncle who always sneered and snickered at her red and white stockings. She remembered the day Uncle Perfect stepped on her toe and did not even blurt out an apology...this journal entry required the red pen...fire burned within...Hazel would understand.
But then there was Auntie Precious...she was full of sweetness. The kind you find here in Nowhere. Pippit wrote in full living color...You were always looking out for me, you were always on my side. You made me laugh and you always let me swing from the parlor chandelier...Auntie Precious was perfectly priceless to me. She gave me great courage to be who I am. Will Hazel understand?
Pippit closed her journal and took a deep sigh. She had made her decision, she would try not to scare Hazel and she would try to be good even when she was tempted to be loud. That seemed to scare Hazel. Pippit reached for her trunk and decided to put on some slippers and walk softly around Hazel for a little while to see if Hazel would notice her.
Because you love me even when I'm prickly as can be! Kisses from Gretta...won't you be my valentine? xxxxxxx 000000