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One of my dog's favourite games is "Chase." Rather than set down his toy so I can throw it for him, he instead bounds and frolics around me until I "chase" him. He loves this game, and he often "lets" me win when he wants the toy thrown again.
So imagine a monstrous creature that lives in the woods that border your house. It's been alone its whole life, knowing that every manner of animal and insect cowers and freezes when it approaches.
For weeks it watches you play with your dog in the garden. You both seem to be having such fun, and when the game is done you and your dog cuddle and kiss each other. Physical affection. Something this monster has never had.
It watches from the treeline as you say things like, "I see you hiding there!" And "here I come!" And "I'm comin' to getcha!" All while your dog bounces and trots away from you, until you inevitably catch him and he rewards you with puppy kisses.
It watches and thinks, here are two creatures, different in size and species, and yet they love each other so much. You are bigger than your dog, physically different, yet your dog adores you.
It watches and thinks, I am bigger and different than them, but perhaps I could be loved and kissed, too.
All it needs to do, it imagines, is play the same game. It practices making the sounds until it has them right. It can't wait to impress you. It can't wait to win your heart. It just has to play the game and say the right words.
I see you there. I'm coming to get you. Here I come.
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