Paddock Pairs

Ten Cap cattle in the near paddock. Spike wanted pairs for a quiet walk to shade.

Two make a pair. How many pairs in ten? he asked you. Five pairs.

Suzy explored who stood near whom. Canberra with London. Harare near Nairobi. Tokyo bouncing until paired with Beijing’s calm.

Moscow and Paris — careful. Denver and Manila across the sense of fence, still counted in the ten.

Five pairs, Spike checked on his paws: two, four, six, eight, ten. Even number. Clean.

What if we had eleven? Suzy grinned. Then one leftover needs a plan — not a shove into a pair that is already full.

Little Thunder was not in the ten today. He watched from rails. No new Cap plot. Just counting the named herd for a job.

Pairs help soft-eye moves, Spike said. Crowds shove. Pairs breathe.

You can make pairs with socks at home, Suzy added. Two and two until nothing lonely is left — or one spare with a plan.

Even numbers pair. Odds need a leftover plan. Farm truth.

Ten cattle. Five pairs. Walk soft.