
“I’m ready for our walk, Dad.”
“It is nice and cool, so we can take a long one.”

“Yeah, I need to stretch my legs for sure.”
“Okay, but remember, no barking at deer or cars.”

“I know, I know. Let’s get going. I see movement.”
“Right behind you.”

“The cheetah spots what could be a delicious lunch.”
“You talking to me?”

“The cheetah is downwind of its prey. It suspects nothing.”
“Oh, I get it. You are a cheetah-like the sweater.”

“Dad. For heaven’s sake. The cheetah stalks the buck and gets ready to spring.”
“I don’t know about springing. You are on a leash.”

“Dad, shush. Turning, the cheetah sees more of the herd. Today is a feast day.”
“Whatever.”

“The decision is made. The straggler will be the target.
“You better hurry. That one looks fast.”

“I’m ignoring you, Dad. The deer have taken to the high ground in fear of the cheetah.”
“I think they are laughing at you.”

“The cheetah roars the warning that there will be another day.”
“And the deer shout down, ‘Bring it on, cheetah breath.'”

“Well, that was fun. I liked that last line about bringing it on. You might be able to play after all.”
“I don’t know, Little One. I think you might need someone your own size.”




























































































