Just…let…me…get…my…legs…! There we go. Sorry, I am a young giraffe, and sometimes my legs go in different directions. It can take me a few minutes to gather them up—so they are going in the same direction. I don’t suppose you have that problem; two legs must be much easier to control, and your legs are not as tall as mine.

I am pleased to meet you. I am trying to learn new dance steps; someone said dancing brings joy. It is also a great way to train your legs to find the beat. Dancing can help with balance, too. I need help in that department.

So, do you want to go for a walk? I am feeling snackish, and I know where there are some nice Acacia trees over that way. Oh, no, the thorns don’t bother me. There are some berries there that you may enjoy.

Oops! There go my legs again. Thump. Well, this is a pickle; it is harder for me to get up; if you would give me a hand. There, all set, off we go.