Thank you for picking me for adoption, kind miss, even though I am undersized and do not glow like my brethren. In your hand, I feel safe and as though it will all be oojah-cum-spiff in the end.
I hope that if I ask what are your intentions regarding me, you will not engage in tergiversation, especially regarding whether or not there are plans to–ahem–*carve* within proximity to my face, which is also my body too.
So, do you know what special skill I have that causes my jack-of-friends to shiver? If you take me down to the river in yonder dene, I will show you. Oh, and, if you wish to guess beforehand, I shall relay one rhyme-ful clue: “Hi, goat!”.
What is your very special talent if you have one? You turned from a patzer to a prodigy in only three months? Hmmm. I turned from seedling to wee me in same time. What a treat to meet you, specs mate. The trick to finding happiness, I believe, is leaving both mind and hands open to enlightening possibilities. ; )