Mr. and Mrs. Bishop had a son named Patrick.
Patrick spent lunch times at school sitting inside the play-fort eating his sandwiches in the dark with the ants and wondering about arithmetic, geometric shapes and the composition of music for the harpsichord.
On occasion, other children would enter the play-fort to stare at Patrick or throw scraps at him with their hands.
This didn't upset Patrick because Patrick lacked both feelings and empathy.
If the other children laughed, Patrick wondered why. If the other children cried, Patrick wondered why.
Patrick would never understand them. But he sure liked mustard and ham sandwiches and rhombi-truncated icosidodecahedrons.
The End.
