a grandmother and a little girl whoe face wa prinkled with bright red freckle pent the day at the zoo.
the children were waiting in line to get their cheek painted by a local artit who wa decorating them with tiger paw.
"youve got o many freckle, there no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.
embarraed, the little girl dropped her head. her grandmother knelt down net to her. "i love your freckle," he aid.
"not me," the girl replied.
"well, when i wa a little girl i alway wanted freckle" he aid, tracing her finger acro the child cheek. "freckle are beautiful!"
the girl looked up. "really?" "of coure," aid the grandmother. "why, jut name me one thing that prettier than freckle."
the little girl peered into the old woman miling face. "wrinkle," he anwered oftly.