A conversation between the Carver and the Carved. 

“I realized something just now.”

“Oh?”

“I have everything I need.”

“Yes, I know. I gave it to you. The question now is: what are you going to do with it?”

“Well, does it really matter? I mean, in the grand scheme of it all, what I do will be so insignificant, forgotten, dust. No?”

“Look closer, Dearest, and perhaps an answer to your question will arise.”

The Carved rested her wooden chin on her palm and lost herself in thought.

She scrunched up her face and blurted out: “So is life then nothing more than a test? Is that why you made me?”

“No, Little One, that is not why I made you. You see, I made you to be free, and to be free you must have choice, and to have choice you must have options, and to have options . . . .”

“Wait, don’t finish that sentence. Let me figure this one out for myself.”

The Carver smiled. “Of course.”