She’s all of 2’6, shaped like a TellyTubby, straight back, protruding tummy, little tree trunk legs planted firmly on tiny fat feet, pearly toenails and a delicate gold chain around one fat, little ankle.

Her hair has been pulled up on top of her head, and silvery golden tendrils fall in curls round her perfect little face. Eyes of clearest blue, she is beautiful, but totally unaware of her power.

Five huge adults provide her adoring audience, spellbound and slaves to her every whim.

A moment ago she was playing with her three life like baby dolls, carefully laying them side by side and attempting to cover them with a blanket twice her size, lifting it above her head and then tumbling over tangled up in it, and deciding to lie down with her babies instead as a much better option.

But something one of the giant adults said must have annoyed Her Tiny Majesty!

She stood up, her offended back to the giants, stock still, eyes downcast, head averted……silent.

The royal courtiers fell silent too, eyeing each other nervously, and wondering who the guilty party was.

The little pocket dynamo continued her statuesque pose, and the room held its breath.

A sigh of relief, as the decision to forgive travelled through her little body, and she once again became the universal little Mother.

All the girl power since creation seemed to be embodied in this tiny figure.

Little heroine. Hope of the future.