a grandmothr and a littl girl whos fac was sprinkld with bright rd frckls spnt th day at th zoo.th childrn wr waiting in lin to gt thir chks paintd by a local artist who was dcorating thm with tigr paws."you'v got so many frckls, thr's no plac to paint!" a boy in th lin crid.mbarrassd, th littl girl droppd hr had. hr grandmothr knlt down nxt to hr. "i lov your frckls," sh said."not m," th girl rplid."wll, whn i was a littl girl i always wantd frckls" sh said, tracing hr fingr across th child's chk. "frckls ar bautiful!"th girl lookd up. "rally?" "of cours," said th grandmothr. "why, just nam m on thing that's prttir than frckls."th littl girl prd into th old woman's smiling fac. "wrinkls," sh answrd softly.