I had just finished my walk on my trails and was ready to head into the house for dinner and a nice long nap, when there he was. Right in front of my driveway.
I couldn’t avoid him, and I really wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’s awfully little.
He’s looking at me. What do I do?
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I think he wants to touch me now. Maybe if I look the other way he’ll go away.
Oh look, I think I see somebody way over there that I might need to go and give some loves to.
What? What did you say person?
Okay, I’ll be nice and let him touch my head.
Was that good enough?
Hey, wait a minute. That touch felt good.
You might be a little person, but you’re already learning how to give good loves.
And you’re just the right height.
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