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KLAUS WENT BACK to the kitchen and came back a moment later with a carrot. He gave it to Deyu, who, assured that the giraffe was not going to eat her, stood in front of the window, trying to mimic the giraffe’s tongue movements as it pulled leaves off the trees.
“It has a blue tongue, like you,” she said, looking at Telaris.
“Be glad I am not a giraffe.”
Klaus told Deyu to open the window. The giraffe waited patiently, and took the carrot from her when she held it out, again by looping its tongue around it. She let out an uncharacteristic squeal.
Her face was bright with joy. I knew I would have to do something at home to satisfy her love of animals. On occasion, I’d already wracked my brain about which animals in Barresh would be suitable as pets, and I’d come up with not too many.
