Our story begins with a walk. Here comes Strange now. Strange is very much like I am, in more ways than not. Strange is an artist, a scientist, and likes to have adventures. But what Strange can do, that I cannot, is see the world with a sense of wonder, just as a child does. Look, Strange has just found a box…


Chapter One- In which Strange finds a tool and adopts a new aesthetic along the way.

Here are the contents of the box: three books; one about maps, one about patterns and one about letters; a stack of paper; two sticks of wood; and buried at the bottom in a smaller box, a tool with a note that reads ‘proportional dividers.’ “I like these things,” said Strange, “I’d like to keep them, They aren’t like anything else I have and I don’t know how to use them.”

Strange continued on the walk, box in hand. She visited many places and found something new at every stop. At her Very Good Friends house she found a table, a cylindrical pouch, and a compass. “May I borrow these?” asked Strange. “Of course,” said the Very Good Friend. On a table, Strange found a briefcase with a note that said ‘free.’ In an odd store Strange found a large piece of metal.

When the walk was over, and Strange was home, she unpacked everything and laid it all on the ground so she could see it all at once. She looked, and she looked, and she looked some more. Then Strange said, “I think I need to use these things to draw.”

As Strange worked, a very strange thing happened. For the first time, Strange picked up the tool that she could not use, and suddenly she could use it. She needed more tools, and made them out of the piece of metal, and when she used them, they were the most perfect tools she had ever used. Before long Strange had drawn a map, and the map fit right inside the cylindrical pouch, then Strange looked at me

“What’s next Strange?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, but I think it’s time for an adventure”…



Chapter Two- In which Strange finds a tool and is tasked with finding its purpose.

Strange, having decided it was time for an adventure, began to pack. Logically, she opened the briefcase and gathered objects from her room that she thought she might need; the compass, her new tools, a hair brush (not one to brush ones hair, but rather one made out of hair), paper, a device for counting, and some bits of thread.

“I’m not entirely sure this will be enough thread,” said Strange. She remembered she had a large spool elsewhere and sure enough, she found it, but it was much larger than she remembered. “This might be too much,” said Strange, “but then again, my mother always told me ‘you can never have too much thread,’ I’ll need a way to carry it.”

So Strange began to work, inventing a way to carry all that thread. She worked, and she worked, and she worked…

After a while, Strange stopped working and looked at what she had made. The spool was on a metal pole with a looking device on top. She looked through the device and could see, in the distance, a wood pole, painted blue with gold numbers on it, a 0 in the center and from there counting up to 9 and down to 9. There was a flag at the top on hinges, and hook on the side. The thread ran from the spool, all the way to the hook.

Strange scratched her head. “What is this?” she asked and looked at me.

“I’m not sure,” I said, “you were trying to find a better way to carry that gigantic spool of thread.”

Strange looked confused.

“You were going on an adventure,” I offered.

“Oh, that’s right,” said Strange. “I’m not sure I achieved what I was aiming for, this is far too heavy to carry. I guess I’ll go for another short adventure, and see if I can think of a purpose for this contraption.”


Chapter Three- In which Strange discovers the abundance of flags in the landscape and is fascinated by the interaction said flags have with the wind.

So Strange set off on a short adventure, a walk by the sea. The wind was blowing very hard, and it was difficult to walk. So Strange turned around and walked in the other direction, but it was still difficult to walk. Strange wondered where the wind was coming from? She looked around and on the waters edge there was a flag. It was blowing away from the sea. She got out her compass and found the wind was blowing from the east. As much as Strange liked walking by the sea, she decided to turn away from it, and walk with the wind.

As she walked, she saw hundreds of flags of all shapes and sizes. “I’ve never seen these flags before, but they must have been here all along,” exclaimed Strange. The more Strange walked, the more flags she saw. Strange liked how the wind made the flags come to life. Each moment, the flag looked different. “I’m quite interested in flags and the wind. Perhaps I will make one, and fly it on a pole, and study its movements,” said Strange. Strange set off for home with a great excitement, and when she arrived she walked inside and saw the spool of thread with the wood pole sitting there. Strange suddenly looked distraught.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I was going on an adventure, and then I made an odd tool and was going to find its purpose, and now I want to study flags. I keep getting sidetracked. I don’t know what to do."

“Well,” I said, “adventures take years and years, it doesn’t matter if you’re out and about or at home,

it doesn’t matter if you start doing one thing, and then do another, it’s all an adventure. Who knows, maybe observing the flag, will help you understand the spool of thread with the wood pole.”

Strange thought about it for a moment, and then she smiled. She got out her needle and thread, and started to make a flag.