The sun was shining, summer was beginning, and a young girl named Brett was wishing.
She stood alone on the end of a dock and wished for a friend to share the summer with her.
That night, Brett's mother brought her a little doll she had found in an old trunk, but Brett was not very interested.
She wanted a real, live friend.
Then she heard a small voice ask, You mean you don't want me? My name is Persis.
You have to keep me.
If I belong to you, I can be real, and we can be friends.
That is.