Learning about wild animals
She brought me the plastic cheetah.
"What's that animal?," I asked.
Pancheesy she said.
"You are almost right. It's a cheetah," I said.
She brought me the plastic rhinoceros. Her tentative ID:
"Hmmmmm," I said. "What sound does it start with?"
Having just done a lesson on shapes with the youngest kids, triangles = pizza slices were already warming up and waiting in my mental wings.
My blood pressure can't take it! Too much salt. More fresh foods! I've never wanted to be "didactic". It always sounded like some tiny furred mammal being crushed by a falling pterodactyl egg.
The student names a primate. Not the plastic spider monkey. Not a rhesus. I should have known! The plastic chimpanzee!
The circle of life is uncoiling. And what would that be called?
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder