Hello, Anne, Anne with an E.

I see you have awoke in the 21st century.

Allow me to welcome you into my home.

I know you are an orphan, but you are no longer alone.

This house was my grandmother’s but now it is mine.

In this living room we would read the tales of Green Gables pretty much all of the time.

Now here you are and it is quite the spectacle.

With your lovely red hair, pale face and freckles.

Let’s get in the car and go for a drive.

It’ll be a bit different than a horse and buggy ride.

The world is different now, you will see.

The good news is women have more rights, but in all honesty no one is free.

Reading is almost a thing of the past.

Every one lives online where access is fast.

I will be honest with you although you may not wish to hear it.

No one in these times are truly a kindred spirit.

People don’t give even when they can spare it.

And there are much worse names to be called than Carrots.

The good news is any salon can change your red hair.

Do not fear, it won’t turn green, I swear!

I hope we can get you back to where you belong.

Leaving your pure soul here would be so wrong.

While there may be some good people here I promise it will only be a few.

You definitely won’t find a Marilla or Matthew.

So fare well dear Anne, may your soul stay free.

For we all love dear Anne, Anne with an E.