Measurements 

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived this normal peasant girl. She wasn’t considered beautiful by that land’s standards per se, but not ugly either, she was a normal looking girl, not fat nor skinny, and her skin was not as milky as her parents wished, but that’s life I guess.

She was, however, an extraordinary person, because what most didn’t knew was her inner strength, and since things on the inside cannot be measured…

As plain and simple as she might have looked, there were those who saw her true self. One of these was a boy, a young boy, around her age, the miller’s son. Although he was quite good looking, most people avoided him for the fact he was always covered in flour.

He was, however, an extraordinary person, because he did all the work around that mill so that his old sick father could rest, and since things like that cannot be measured…

He owned a horse, a very plain looking horse with a limp that wasn’t good enough to labor. Most people told the boy to sell it, but he refused, giving him his own food if he had to just to keep it. Most people thought the boy was crazy, it was just a horse.

He was, however, an extraordinary horse, that had once saved the boy’s life by throwing himself in front of a loose wagon, which gave him the limp, and things like that cannot be measured…

But they can surely be felt!