But I can read the sweetness in Hvaldimir’s face. I’ll bet you can, too.
Even if Hvaldimir is a wild beluga whale, he seems to really like people. Which may be a problem for him. Even if he was a Russian spy. (He might have defected.)
This was the first story I read in today’s New York Times. Animals. They just grab me.
They grab me, too, Naomi. Animals. Not the human kind. Just the animal animal kind. (If the human kind grabbed me I’d be very surprised. I’m 84.)
We are never too aged to be grabbed by a friendly beluga whale! Except since they don’t really have arms, I’m not sure how this would work.