The peaceful days lasted for a long time, making me believe that life would continue quietly like this, that the beautiful life I've longed for—"eating, sleeping, teasing kids, going to work, going home, teasing kids, feeding birds, walking dogs, teasing kids, muddling along and teasing kids"—had finally arrived. But Taville disrupted the tranquility with a report one morning.
That day, I was playing chess with Little Crow, with the pieces being handmade Crow Gods and Wild Dingdangs. These Little Ones wore mini armor and uniforms, acting as chariots, knights, kings, and pawns on the board—it looked strange, but it was one of the little ones' favorite pastimes.
