Alice Emma has long flowing red hair.  
Her Daddy says when the wind blows 
through her hair, it looks almost alive, 
like a fiery bird in flight.  A beautiful 
fiery bird, he tells her, magical but untamed.  
``Daddy, shush, there is no such thing,'' she 
tells him, at the same time wanting him to 
tell her more.  Shyly, she asks, ``I mean, 
Daddy, is there?''