The third point of view:
Life was the same; eat, grow, get married, birth a newer generation, and die. Humans engaged in the same endless cycle and Isabella was about to become one of them.
The click-clack of heels disturbed her from her train of thoughts. Isabella lifted her eyes, her gaze lazily resting on Anabelle who strode over to her in ridiculously high heels.
"Hey!" Isabella asked, "Are you a giraffe?" how could her stupid cousin wear such high heels when she was naturally tall.
Anabelle stopped midway upon hearing that statement. She turned left and then, right before pointing to her chest, "Are you talking to me?" she asked.
Isabella rolled her eyes, "Then am I speaking to your shadow?"
Anabelle tilted her head in contemplation, "Then if you're talking to no else but me, does that mean you just called me a giraffe?" it finally made sense to her.
