He ran everywhere he went. He always does.
His eyes sparkled with each new discovery -
a brand new fawn,
ducks rushing at him as if he were a new playmate,
crimson red cardinals fluttering about (and playing kissy face),
and then he heard the whistle from the little wooden train and he took off...
What a lovely way to spend the morning -
chasing a three-year-old through the park!
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