What can be said about the girl whose greatest friend was the Mist?

It can be said she was never short of adventure, for each time the Mist cleared, it had a new surprise. Rabbits and rocking horses came out of hats the size of hills, armies of ants played in marching bands, deer danced, giraffes juggled, elephants tap-danced atop the moon, flowers bloomed in the sky, and stars shone on the ground, because, why can’t down be up?

With the Mist there was always the kind of hocus pocus that twisted itself into a pocus hocus, a shenanigan or a hijinks so high it could not be jinxed, but it had to be jumped … By a fish flown by a boy from out of town … It was enough to make her giddy with happy.