Later in the week Abbot and I sat down to a game called chess. It took us hours to read the instructions, and the boy who lives here explained it to us, how to move the pawns and the knights. Such funny names for the pieces. Like being in medieval times. I wondered what I'd look like as a king, with a crown on my head. Or a lowly pawn, just doing the peasant's work. Then I started imagining my life back in those times. I wondered if anyone like me existed then. I asked my maker and she said back in those days there were dragons and monsters of all kinds. She said it was a very excitng time to live and we could read a book about it sometime. Since Abbot and I really didn't know what we were doing on the chess board, we resorted instead to make up stories about our kingdoms, and used our chess pieces as toys to act out our stories. The boy in the house just shook his head. Maybe he doesn't know there's more than one way to play a game?
As a side note, I asked Abbot what he kept in his pockets, and as shy as he is, he would not say. In fact, I saw his cheeks flush a little with embarrasment. His pockets don't seem to bulge at all and I am thinking they are empty. So I asked him if they were filled with air, because air, though invisible, is still something. He liked that. He smiled. I had no idea what a special feeling it would be to make another being smile. It's like a giant balloon you give to someone, and then they give it back.
Until next time.