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occasionally mistaken, as when more than one emotion is present.
Then it can be difficult to process, and adequately respond;
though I am always adapting. In this instance, I first determined
to extend my arm, and rest my hand on my Master’s shoulder, in
a consoling manner, though I instantly discarded this plan. My
Master is not what would be called a physical man. He seldom
shakes hands, but prefers to bow. The notion, as well, that a man
could derive comfort from a machine is likely unsound.
Before I could make a determination, my chest grew
warm—for I was again being summoned. I apologized. My Master
looked down at his book, and I withdrew.
“What took you so long” said my Mistress, yawning. She
was stretched out on the parlor floor. The checkers board was
spread out next to her.
I apologized. We played. Though it would have been simpler
for me to play had the board been elevated—an empty coffee
table sat next to us—I am adaptive; I extended my arms.
On the television, Lady Mossgrave fainted—but my
Mistress did not appear to be paying attention. She had difficulty
remaining awake.
“King me,” she said, with a deep yawn, some minutes
later.
“You are playing well today, my Mistress,” I said to her.
Rolli is a writer and illustrator hailing
from Canada. He’s the author of
God’s Autobio (short stories), Plum
Stuff (poems/drawings), and five
forthcoming titles for adults and
children. Visit his website
(www.rolliwrites.wordpress.com),
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