Remember the other night when we passed on the street? I could tell before we even got close that you had something for us. You didn't even say anything, just held it out. I don't blame Ava for being too nervous to take it out of your hand. Let's be honest, it's a little bit frightening taking presents out of the hands of a complete stranger. Still, I'm glad you offered it to me so that I could take it for her. She does love it. And it loves her. They've already been through a lot together - evening strolls, dinnertime chats, rocking horse rides, and even as I type they've insisted on curling up in bed together for the night. So, thank you, Sir, for that silent and strange exchange. You chose the right girl to pass a pig to.