The conclusion of the book I wrote and illustrated at the age of seven-ish. You can read the first part here. Warning: some embarrassing Southern-isms ahead.
Seventh Page: Soon She Came to a sign. It said, (my mother's handwriting) "Candy Forest." "Yee-ha! (my handwriting resumes) I Can't Wait"
Eighth Page: She went along the path till She came to another Sign. It said "Candy Forest" "OK!"
Ninth Page: "Candy! Candy! OK!" So off She wint.
Tenth Page: The Forest was not very big Soon She came to the End of it. "HH" She Side.
Eleventh Page: She up and done. But She Staid on the path.
Twelfth Page: So She Went along the path She Saw Some Smoke. "AAHH"
Thirteenth Page: "I AM Home!"
Fourteenth Page: The End
I have no idea whether the mysterious Miss Lydia was a villain who kidnapped the infant April, or a compassionate guardian. Miss Lydia's villainy is suggested by two things: first, the fact that April had never owned a doll, and second, April's secret midnight escape. Her innocence is supported by the fact that she gives April the doll from the attic, and that I drew her as a pretty woman in a green dress. As a child I was raised on the most basic fairy tales, where ugliness meant villainy, and beauty meant goodness.
Also, I don't know who to blame for the phrases "Yee-Haw" and "She up and done."