The Thinker refocused, but the befuddlement brewing in his mind only thickened.
The act of thinking had awarded him international fame and kept him perpetually occupied, but after so much practice, he’d become rather adept at reaching conclusions–at least when the questions centered around himself. He knew, for instance, that a chisel and a block of stone comprised his entire ancestry. He’d deduced his name. He was aware that other, nearly-identical Thinkers were scattered throughout the globe.
What the Thinker failed to solve, though, was the question of how the girl currently hoisting herself into his base could hear his every thought. She lifted her eyes to meet his, her tiny features awash with confusion and wonder.
UPDATE: @UnmagicalMe points out that “The Thinker” is a bronze casting, not stone. Someone will be receiving an alternative facts postcard.
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