She'd never felt safer. Nothing could touch her from here, or catch her, or trip her. She was riding way up in the air, higher than she'd ever been, even higher than the trees. Higher than that one tree, anyway. She wrapped her arms a little tighter around the shoulders of the woman carrying her. That woman was the tallest person Fern knew, maybe even the tallest person ever.
"Do you like being tall?" Fern asked.
Well, I..." Effie fumbled.
Fern didn't wait for Effie to finish. "I like you being tall. You get to see so much more than everyone else. You get to stand above everyone else. You can reach things for yourself. I always hate having to ask my dad to hand me things, most of the time he doesn't even remember. I want to be tall when I'm older."
"Thank you. I think that's the nicest thing anyone has said about my height."
Fern looked down at the ground so far away from her feet, up to the sky so close she could almost touch. She could practically see the whole world from here. It was beautiful.