Not finding his old friend inside the house, Dr. Samuelson went out into the garden to look for him. He was there, as was often the case in good weather, seated at his outdoor dining table
and smoking his pipe. Upon the colorful iron slats was laid a rather peculiar table setting: an empty chessboard, a shoe, a candlestick, the handle from a shovel and a wooden duck. "And I suppose these items all have something in common," sighed the good doctor, preparing himself for the long stori that would surely follow.