George Penney<p><a href="https://sunny.garden/tags/Spotted" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Spotted</span></a> While Roaming in Aotearoa New Zealand:</p><p>A woman (20s?) is walking along a quiet street just after sunset. Her yellow T-shirt vivid in the light of the street lamps. A sleek tabby cat loping amiably at her side. Crickets chirping in the night air.</p><p>In a cafe: A woman (30s?) is teaching two small humans (3 and 5?) how to play chess. Patiently, she sets the board and explains the rules, talking of Powerful Queens! Noble Kings! Brave Soldiers and Big Castles. And best of all, The Big Horse!</p><p>A table of 3 women (Granddaughter, Mum, Gran?) are enjoying a coffee, cake and raucous conversation. Every few minutes they burst into gusts of near-identical gloriously cronish cackles. People at nearby tables pausing to grin. This kind of unmitigated glee is catching.</p><p>A man (80s?) arrives at a riverbank with his elderly staffy. He says: "I think the water's a bit too nippy for a swim today Tank." Tank wanders down to the water anyway to form his own opinion, then returns for a pat on the head. They continue on a gentle meander home.</p><p>A small human (3?) is sitting at a table with his gran. A very large brownie arrives. He inspects the brownie and says with adorable pomposity. "That brownie is ugly. You should let me eat it for you." Inexplicably, Gran finds this very sensible reasoning hilarious. </p><p>Any typos spotted in this post DEFINITELY want to be the Big Horse in their next game of chess. If spotted, please laugh if they try and use the power of logic to gobble your brownie.</p>