The Spark That Started the Fire Blog Archive on November 15, 2009, 8:55

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

My eyes filled with wonder and awe as I stared at the thing before me. Mommy was cooing to me, as always. Daddy was video taping it all. I ignored them.

Slowly I looked the huge animal over, top to bottom, then I reached out a chubby hand and touched the softest nose in the world. The creature blinked gently, breathed in my smell, then gently licked my tiny hand with a massive tongue. I giggled softly, then reached closer and grabbed a fist full of the long mane. It wasn’t as soft as my mommy’s. In fact, it was hard and tough. I didn’t