A skill of great significance

Once upon a time there was a boy who went to school and came home at night. On weekends his neighbor frequented their backyard. The only other girl in his life is his dog, at least in his own cohort at home. The girl’s name is unknown to him until that day he wandered over and asked.

Madeline.

Are you living in that house?

Yes, what’s your dogs name?

Anne.

That’s my mom’s name. Is your mom Lucy?

Yeah.

Are you going to school tomorrow?

I study at home.

Anne barks. The boy bends over to ruff her up. No one talks so he follows the dog’s lead. He finds himself in the kitchen for an early dinner.

The next day at school he raises his hand and asks about home study. The teacher misunderstands the question.

At recess his classmate asks him to recite the names of the seven dwarfs. Knowing them, he does but with no great passion.

That night he googles on his house computer the best way to teach yourself, but a typo entered “tye-dye each self”. This is the story of a boy who learned a skill. Unbeknownst to him then, it was a skill of great significance.

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