I found a giraffe today. It's not a common thing, finding a giraffe beside the sidewalk. But there he was, cold, muddy, and lying on the grass near the train station.
He looked so lonely, I had to pick him up. I could see in his eyes and manner that this was a giraffe who had seen some things and done some things. He probably spent a lot of time with a little girl or boy in the neighborhood, playing hard and keeping them company. But I think he wanted to see and do new and different things. He is a giraffe who craves adventure and who better to have adventures with than me?
He fit perfectly in a pocket of my new tote bag. I think he's already looking forward to making it his permanent home. (Because every bag should have a permanent soft toy resident don't you think?)
He and I had a chat over coffee. I introduced him to Snail, the little guy living in the red handbag, and to Bitty Chickie, who travels all the time from bag to bag. They seemed to get along well. Snail's English accent was new to giraffe. He hadn't met anyone from England before. As usual, Bitty did most of the talking. She has a way of taking over a conversation.
The giraffe is with me in the library today, helping me write this letter. The new tote bag has been great for carrying my little laptop so it is becoming my regular writing bag. If the giraffe moves in there, he will, by default, become my regular writing companion. I think he's getting comfortable with the idea. He's certainly enjoying the library today.
I think he'd be happier with a name other than giraffe. Once he is cleaned up and mended (which I will help him with this weekend) he will be a dapper little fellow. Do you have any suggestions as to what he should choose as a name? He'd love suggestions.
With all my love. Your aunt,
Joanna
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Jaffe.
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