Summer, a park and a chess pavilion. I have set up the figures, waiting for a rival. On other tables are already playing, including one long bonded blonde, a pretty strong amateur. This time he came with his daughter of five or six years. This blue-eyed miracle first watched my dad play, then got bored, started walking between the tables, finally approached me.
Do we play? He asks me.
Sit down, I say.
The girl chose the white and played the horse. In response, I pulled out my horse. She brought out another horse, and I too. She moved the horse again, and I played symmetrically. She is a horse, and I too. So we made a few more moves. Finally, I did not endure.
Will we play with other characters? I ask.
I do not know others yet.