|"I never heard of a computer that didn't need to be plugged in,"
said Henry. "Where do you get your power from?"
"I am not a computer, I am a typewriter. I am a team player," said
Mr. Remington. "You use YOUR paws and ideas, and I work with you to put
them on paper. I have worked with many people in my day. I
am almost 100 years old. I am full of stories and full of helping
others to write their own."
"Do you have spell check?" asked Henry?
Mr. Remington laughed. "You young'uns sure do want everything
done FOR you. If you work with me, you will have to know how to THINK."
"I love to think, I think." said Henry.
Everyone laughed. "We will get along famously," said Mr. Remington.
"So long as you have a story to tell and you know how to be on a team.
All I ask is for you to oil me every so often and change my ribbon when
I need it."
"Thank you, Wiggle." said Henry, sensing that he had a new friend.
Henry knew Wiggle always had a reason for things, and he trusted that Mr.
Remington would be a helpful member of their family.
"You are most welcome," said Wiggle beaming with pride. She
knew that Henry could use a thinking friend, and she could relate to Mr.
Remington's story. Someone out there had recognized his value and
had restored him to be a part of our very modern world.
"There is a place for everyone, thought Wiggle. Young or old.
We need each other."
"Can Mr. Remington come to Henry's party tomorrow?" asked Patrick.
"I'd be honored," said Mr. Remington.