She's small, dressed prettily in a pink dress, and is walking along a ledge overlooking the prairie dog enclosure. We look around, there doesn't seem to be a parent in sight.
"Hello," I say.
"Hello," she replies.
"Shall we get down? Do you want to get down?"
"Yeas," she nods and holds up her little arms.
"There you go," I say, putting her safely on the ground.
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