"I am Finnegan, hear me ROAR!"— followed by a hearty laugh.

 

And in that moment you are reminded that the heart of a lion comes in many sizes and that is of no consequence to young Finnegan. He has no time for making comparisons.

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He'll chase a cat out of the garden just as quickly as he'll race the wind down the hill to the lake below the fields.

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He is all heart — a gnome in motion who looks at the world around him as something to play with. To test, to race, to tease, to wrestle. 

 

He'll win just as well as he'll lose and he'll be the same on either side of the fallen leaf. That is when he sees things clearest — mano a mano, in the moment, no yesterday and no tomorrow. 

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When you're with Finnegan you want to do things, and he's the type of companion who will be there with you the whole time.

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And with that he's off! A little hop and a hoot and he's heading down the hill, daring you to keep up.