        This would be the second hurdle, Lyra supposed.  Thus far, they had never gotten closer than slightly beyond its forelimb’s reach, but there was no way it was going to figure out that she wanted it to pick up that book.  She could tap it with her hoof, and then back off, and it might come over and take the book.  She could also just float it over, but if she started doing that now, by the end of the day she risked being completely exhausted.