Young Giraffe

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.

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

The Quarter Mile begins with running away from cats. Great big cats with huge teeth and claws that like the taste of anything that can’t run fast enough to get away. Of course when Frank the Pig put an end to killing and eating, that left a lot of fabulous natural athletes with nothing to do all day but graze. Some are happy like that. Others point scornfully at Milky Moo Cows and pour contempt on moon jumping. But the cows reply, “we have our own sport. What have you got that’s so special?”

Big quadrupeds didn’t like the idea of opal tossing or weightlifting, and how could they sail or climb trees? When the cows said they were running away from the idea of sport, the answer was obvious; who can run like a big powerful quadruped? All you need is a start and a finish point, and a crowd.

Favorite food:

Crunchy Branch

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