We have a new game. In the morning we walk by the meadow, and next to it, there is a huge field of corn. Fate dives into the field, and then vanishes, we can’t see or hear her, we occasionally see cornstalks moving slightly or hear some rustling. At first, we worried she might get lost in their or turned around, the field is vast, and I’m not sure what she is doing in there.

After a few minutes, the rustling sound gets closer, and she explodes out of the cornfield, back into the meadow, tongue dragging, a great gleam in her eye. I think she has a secret life in the meadow, I imagine her tearing up and down the rows, living every minute of her young life.