Although pensiveness replaces flirtation and toddler replaces ingenue, for me this photograph evokes memories of Claudette Colbert in "It Happened One Night." 

Unfortunately, the bobcat was stuck and, no matter how coy the Pint-Sized Farmer acted, it could not take him anywhere. 

If this behemoth (shown here on David's LARGE hands) had survived the Great Flash Flood of 2008, I'm sure it would have given the toddler his needed ride.  Unfortunately, as often happens, retirement hastened its death.  After performing in two lucrative "Mummy" films and becoming financially stable, Goliath left the movies at the pinnacle of his career and retired to the outskirts of Scottsdale.  There, he spent every waking moment dreaming of the halcyon days of method acting, of wriggling out of custom-made bejeweled scarab costumes and feasting on the flesh of less-talented thespians.  Ah, those were the days.  But no more.  A roaring wall of mud and a whirling cesspoo ended his time here on Earth.

What a world, what a world.