It was summer time in the high valley. Ghungroo drew a deep breath. The bells on her ankles tinkled as she tossed back her wavy tresses…and trickled out of the melting snows of the great mountains.
It was no wonder really that the little river was called Ghungroo， for she was always on her toes. Gay and eager to find her way into the big world， she skipped lightly over the mighty mountain boulders and hummed to herself，