I don’t do much leaping but Daisy is quite into it. Once she tried to leap on a duck – that was a shock!  Another time she leapt on a cat. Both leaps led to important discoveries, no doubt. Probably water and claws. Her most consistent leap, however, is for a nut. I can’t imagine leaping for a nut myself – but then nobody holds one, just out of reach, above my head.  If they did, perhaps I would jump for it. Perhaps I would harness some anger.  Perhaps I would leap, limbs hanging, my mouth ready to whip that nut out of the air.  What style! I hear everyone say. What savage energy and good grace! Daisy watches me drift off into my complicated repertoire of circus tricks. You leap just as much as I do, she says.