 As soon as she was out of bed, she wanted to run out and look at it. At the very least, she wanted to walk through it before eating her breakfast, clutching a little plastic toy. She seemed to have lost interest in the baby doll. I hadn't seen the naked baby doll in days. We'd come back out after breakfast to pick anything that was ready to harvest, and then she'd want to walk through it again in the afternoon. About a week after Teresa's visit, I woke up one morning to a funny noise coming from the backyard.