Why Biscuits was happy.

One of the finest gifts that was Biscuits was that she could know what it was that made her happy when she was unhappy. And although she did not know exactly what it was that made her happy she somehow knew instinctively what it was she should do if she was bored of if she felt her unhappiness coming about. Biscuits knew that it was not riches or in face biscuits that made a person happy but that it was a sense of harmony within the soul  which told you if you were heading in the right sort of direction. It was something to do with your dreams  and your family and the place you were at, at the time and your goals, if you had any, for although people often talked of their goals and of the things they would most like to achieve with their life, most people rarely ever would achieve any of these things if you met them years later.

Although Biscuits was very young she somehow had it in her to know all of this anyway, as though the wisdom of an old woman was collected in to her and disguised in her flowery little dress which had been sewn up out of an old curtain by her Mummy so that although she might have looked particularly stupid most of the time she was actually quite clever.

 Biscuits did not know what it was to be rich although she knew that it was rich to be alive, certainly. She did not know how the world worked in its entirety and nor did she ever want to know. She knew that she would be a wise old fool one day if she did no look out! And that each day was as unexpected as the one it had seen go before it.
I think her real happiness and joy sprang from the happy position she found herself in of living miles away from the nearest inkling of a city and of being fortunate enough never to have heard much that goes on in the world that is painful and horrid. Also that she had a friend who was a little boy who lived in the house just across the road whose name was Fuzzy. Biscuits had funny ideas about Fuzzy it was true, as true as it was that she had funny ideas about herself. But when she came to thinking her ideas were strange she knew she must be wrong because  often she was. Biscuits would try to amuse herself.