Today I got to hang out a bit with my favorite local child. We call her "Elmo" most of the time because she always wears a red sweatshirt with an Elmo face on it. Today she fished with her brother and friend in a nearby irrigation canal. About an hour later she brought me over a water bottle filled with brown water and a dead fish floating in it. She said that she caught it for me and wanted me to keep it as a gift. I wish you could have seen her beaming face as she handed it over. Elmo was so proud of herself. Looking at the fish I was amazed that she was able to fit the thing in the bottle. It must have been at least three times bigger around than the mouth of the container, which probably explains the cause of death. That little girl knows I can't resist giving her anything and everything I might have in my pockets. I always have to shoo her away (because I have work to do) but she always seems to wonder back to talk or to sit and watch us. I have to act like I'm getting angry and that I want her to go, but it's difficult not to smile.