She'd been Dancing she'd been Prancing, it had all been Fun and Games till she'd tripped, and fell, and now her leg was hurted. Silly Old Root. Pearly had ran away, shrieking like Discord Himself was in her, and why, because she was All Right Really. The ground was warm and comfy so she'd lie there more looking at the branches and the clouds. The tree was tall and smiley, she called him Woody. After Ma picked her up she was talking scary to Pearly, and Pearly looked all sad so Smith hugged her. Then it was time for dinner.
aww, the innocence! i'm reading this as Smith not understanding that Pearly tripped her and blaming it on the root of a tree? that would definitely add a layer to her comforting Pearly here. and the sentences are another step up in sophistication, but with the young child's overapplication of production rules resulting in things like "hurted", and between that and the capitalization of Important Words it really feels like one of those 19th century novels of being a child growing up in the prairie or the Midwest that i vaguely remember from school. and the bit about "Discord Himself" re-inforces that feeling of course
and the first mention of a tree, named and anthropomorphized and everything! that is going to hit me later argh