Really wild

The three-year-old (aka Fireman Sam) comes into the kitchen from the utility room, lugging the draught excluder from the back door over his shoulder.
“I’ve got my hose,” he informs me.
“Please put it back when you’ve put out the fire,” I tell him. “It keeps the draughts out.”
He stops in his tracks.
“Giraffes, Nana? Don’t be silly. There aren’t any giraffes.”
But he does go back to the door and have a quick look out, just in case…..