
In a fairly rare occurrence, Jazz and Smoke are sharing my chair.
But recently, when I went by, I noticed that an accident had occurred. The baby giraffe had toppled to the ground, perhaps blown over by the wind, perhaps just worn out and taking a nap. But it was an unnerving sight, which I share with you now.
Stiff-legged, mouth agape. It doesn't look good. But I am convinced that when I go by again, baby will be restored to life.