"Stork magic? Who taught you about the birds and the bees?"

She giggles and watches the scenery pass by.

"Moo cows!" she cries when they move by open pastures filled with the plastic cows that bend to the fake grass as if grazing. She yanks on the whistle cord with a whoop, laughing when the cows look up at the loud noise.

"They're so cute! I wonder... yes! There!" She points at another pasture with plastic horses loping about oddly on their stiff legs. "Horsies!"