Peter had been delighted to awaken to a fresh leg, so to speak, that morning. While his leg insisted on aching from the humidity in the air, as it was wont to do, it certainly had seemingly healed from the trauma it had received on New Years Eve.
It was a miracle.
He had prayed to God in thanks more than once that morning and, come afternoon, had decided to go for a walk. After being in such pain for a few days, it felt wonderful to be able to move without leaning so heavily on his cane. He still needed it, of course, but the difference was still quite remarkable.
When the dinosaur and its owner came around the corner, Peter was surprised, and, fortunately, his cane gave him a bit of a third leg to lean on. "No, no," Peter said immediately, a cheerful grin at the ready. This was too nice a day to hold something so small against a person. "It's no problem at all. I'm quite alright."