I squeak and stay really, really still when he picks me up. Ma used to pick me up too, before I got too heavy for her bad hand. But Ma never picked me up this fast and this high. I feel like I'm on top of a mountain!

W-whoa... my legs feel like noodles. This is what you see all the time?

I look down at his horns again. They look really different from up here.

Can I put my hand on one of your horns, please?