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Little Guy Learns About Heights

Envy filled Little Guy as he watched Sunshine. His big sister lept up on a large roll of hay, then effortlessly jumped from hay roll to hay roll. It looked like so much fun.

Little Guy put his front paws on a hay roll and tried to climb up. He couldn't get his foot into a place where he could leverage himself up. Sunshine was so tall she didn't need a foothold. She just jumped and there she was. Little Guy wanted to be big too.

He looked around the enclosure. Grandaddy was busy. He'd gotten two truck loads of lay delivered and it all had to be put in place. Little Guy sat down and watched his sister. There had to be a way to get up on a hay roll.

He thought and thought. Suddenly, Little Guy had an idea. He went dashing down to the house as fast as his little legs would carry him. He went into the house and finally found Mama downstairs painting.

"Mama! I need you to help me with something. Please! Can you help me right now?"

Mama put her paint brush down. "What do you need, Little Guy," she asked.

"I can show you," he said. He gave her his best smile.

She followed him out of the house and down to the area where Grandaddy was putting the hay. He brought her to a roll of hay.

"Could you lift me up on top, Mama," Little Guy asked.

"Little Guy, that's awfully high up," she said. "Are you sure you want me to put you up on top?"

"Yes, Mama," he nodded.

"Okay." She reached down and lifted him up, gently setting him on top of a hay roll.

Little Guy stood completely still. Finally, he moved his head over just enough to look down. He gulped. It sure was a long way down.

"Little Guy, let's play," Sunshine called. "Jump over here. Then we can race from hay roll to hay roll."

Little Guy wasn't sure he wanted to do that. He kept his feet planted right where Mama had put them.

Sunshine could see her baby brother was scared. She jumped until she was on the roll next to him.

"Watch me, Little Guy," Sunshine said. "It's easy." She jumped to another hay roll. It did look easy when Sunshine did it. Sunshine's legs were long. Little Guy's legs were short.

His lips trembled. "Mama," Little Guy whined.

Her hands reached up and grabbed him firmly. She lifted him against her, gave him a hug, then set his feet on the ground.

"I prefer to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground," she said.

"Met too," Little Guy agreed.

"Let's go on back to the house and let Grandaddy and Sunshine take care of the hay. We could even bake some cookies."

"That sounds like fun, Mama." He trotted happily beside her as they walked back to the house.
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