As we followed the path down to the back of the farm in the morning, looking to see where the horses were, Alessia bobbed and bounced and skipped along narrating her journey out loud. Sometimes to herself, sometimes to me and sometimes to each and all of us.
All of a sudden she bounced high and said, 'My Tiger, look at my Tiger.' ... and she didn't stop, until we all noticed where the Tiger was.
There ahead of us in the paddock was ...
Alessia's Tiger
... a little later we got up close and found out there were more ... and Alessia didn't mind that the ones without the stripes were called goats ...
We also found a really great cubby ...
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