Mom and Dad and the dogs and I went for a walk in the snow. As Mom put a leash on each dog, Dad laced me to the back rest of a brand new sled. A real small one, just my size.
Then Dad took the dogs and Mom tugged at a rope that pulled my sled. I began to glide over the snow. This is fun. I reached out and put a gloved hand into the white stuff. I like this much more than the up-high, closed-in stroller, I thought.
I can touch the world around me when I ride in my red sled.
[...] My sled fit me just fine last year. [...]