187 One day, at the top of a mountain so green, Raffi stood and admired the sweeping scene. He then spotted Raf looking all sad and bleak, with a tear running slowly down his cheek. Raffi asked, “hey, what’s wrong? Why are you sad?” “I’m the happiest giraffe!” was how Raf replied. “But there’s only one thing I’m dreaming of which will fill me with joy - and this thing is love.” Raffi moved towards Raf, his steps gentle and slow, and gave him a kiss that made Raf’s spots glow. That kiss was the very special start of their union – from then on, they were seldom apart. Raffi told Raf, “let’s go on a journey, climb high green mountains through bushes all ferny, where exotic birds and butterflies hide, we will smell wildflowers by the riverside.” Raf said to Raffi, “let’s run to the woods, through enchanted old trees, and their magical roots. I’ll show you how rapturous reptiles live, and we’ll feast on the most delicious leaves.” That’s how they enjoyed their time all year, traveling to places far and near. They watched the sun set and woke up for its rise, gazed at the horizon and fantasized. They followed the bees and the songbirds around, watched the turtles and ants as they marched on the ground, delighted in earth’s brilliant colors and sounds. But their life lacked something special and dear. Someone to love, who will always be near: A baby giraffe to brighten their home, to care for and raise – a calf of their own. “What can we do?” thought Raffi and Raf. Without help, they could never have a baby giraffe.
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