An elderly gentleman guest arrived at the barn several weeks ago for a 30-day stay. He is three feet tall and quite partial to his blanket.
The gentleman guest can bank a fast curve with real finesse.
He was feeling remarkably youthful today, able-bodied and agile despite the wintry footing. His desire was that everybody join him.
Some consented, after a fashion, to the gentleman guest's special edict: Must play.
The gentleman guest displayed uncommon skill in managing the terrain, braking and accelerating according to the path of his trajectory. Others prudently made way for him.
He startled all curious onlookers.
Running around like a madman in his tiny blue blanket, the gentleman guest was full of joy, he was full of self.
And who could blame him? Not me. I wanted to kidnap him, him and his teeny-tiny feet.