Mind On The Run:
Theory of Mind — According to Dodger
Part 2: After two years in the RTF came the potentially pivotal event in Dodger’s story. He was to be adopted by a wealthy professional family and his weeks with us were numbered. He persisted every Thursday with “What do you have for me today?” With a combination of unexplainable jealousy and sadness that I, the fox, would miss him, I retorted: “What do YOU have for ME today?!” I knew in my presumptuous wisdom that he would never reciprocate — the Theory of Mind taught me so. It had already taken me months to teach him to simply say “thank you.”
He scribbled a rough draft of a picture of himself in haste — I supplied the freckles. The next week he presented me with a colored drawing that was so hectic and disorganized that its subject could not be identified. On the day he was discharged to his new family I was to give him the game he always asked for — Quixit. He pre-empted my presentation: “I made something for you.”
True to his inscrutable nature, the identity of the convoluted arrangement of brightly colored pipe cleaners was hard to discern. Quite shocked by this reciprocation of giving, I shamefully asked, “Is it a totem.”
“No, it’s a sword for you,” he said non-judgmentally, although on deeper analysis I imagined it to be a dagger.
“Good luck with your new family, Dodger. What are you going to say when they give you something?” The question was rhetorical so he merely grinned, and as he exited the exam room after my final filing of his button, he offered me a hug — which I accepted in violation of the corporation’s policies.
“And the Little Prince went back to the fox. “Good–bye” He said.
“Good-bye,” said the fox. “Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
And so Thursday’s pap was tamed. And the button was history. And against all odds, Dodger was adopted and learned the art of giving; I claim that he had become the hero of his own life. This was no illusion. More ironically and more importantly, the Theory of Mind took a hit and, at least in one unusual case, was disproven.
Nearly a day goes by that I am not thankful for this strangest of magic, and wonder if, without warning or premonition, they might all come back to me — the dead as well as the living. Perhaps, one already had.
PS: If anybody sees a dude of his description roaming the streets and he dares to ask you “What do you have for me today?” please be kind and notify me immediately that he has come back — or at least tell him that I finally finished his story. “No grown-up will ever understand how such a thing could be so important!”