Hot GiraffternoonsMocha couldn't help but look up as the newcomer strutted through the park. Strong, sinewy legs; a tall, slender neck; a coat of brown-on-yellow like an intricate mosaic, and a head that... was looking right at her, she realised with a blush."What's the matter, honey?" she said. "Never seen a giraffe before?""Um, no. I haven't, actually." All of her life, Mocha had never ventured far from Okapiville, and as it wasn't popular with tourists the appearance of this... 'giraffe' was a pleasant - and very pleasurable - surprise.The giraffe crouched, and craned her neck so that her head was close to Mocha's own."And do you like what you see?"
Seat in the Window"Ah, there you are."I turned my head at the voice. Margaret was stood in the doorway of the small, grey room, looking at me expectantly. She was a dear old thing, Margaret a portly, cuddly woman with a ruddy face and a shock of white hair: the very epitome of a little old lady.She walked over and sat near me. I'd recently taken to sitting quietly in a seat by the window, staring out into the street outside. Gone were the days that I would excitedly jostle around the house and attend to the garden. Now I'd simply keep myself to myself, though it was nice to have her look after me on some of the colder nights."I brought you yo
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