I let him see the crane in my sketchbook, but I didn't explain why I drew it, and why for him. Days ago at the zoo, of all the animals, I found this creature the most intriguing. He had a lovely dab of red on his head. Walking slowly up and down the bank in silence, he seemed lost in thought. I found him quite mysterious. How did he appear both solemn and cheerful, both at once? The other animals seemed unbearably sad, perfectly satisfied, bored, or apathetic. But this crane seemed to have his head on straight. Though wearied, he lived beautifully. Calmly. Hopefully. I told someone standing next to me that he seemed like he would make a good friend. Well, I don't know anything at all about the animal's personality, I guess. But add in 'handsome, kind, and loving' and it all describes my Grandpa. He's quite wonderful.
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