Sport 38: Winter 2010
The newborn baby is a girl, though this doesn't mean a lot to her yet. She has the vet's wild, darting eyes. To her father she has the look of a tiny Russian spy.
The faces of her parents have yet to settle and become fixed; everything is born anew each day, each hour. She likes to be taken places, shown off. She is fascinated by the colours of passing cars, the sound of coffee machines and arguments.
She'll probably grow tired of Marumaru, move away and make jokes about her background.
But for now she's a bundle of wonder.