Of Giraffes

While I was sewing a giraffe yesterday afternoon (as I often do), I was reminded of one of my little ballet students. This little girl always had amusing and peculiar contributions to make to classroom discussions. Every now and then, she'd tell me her ideas about imaginary white horses, unattainable peanut butter sandwiches, and delicious cabbage pudding. But best of all, each and every week would happily tell me that she was a giraffe. This, of course, was after all the other girls in the class had decided to be swans.... "Can you show me a swan neck?"..."No, I want to be a giraffe... "

So maybe giraffes can dance after all...