It was a sweet, adorable little boy with a mop of golden blond hair, though he towered over Matt like the Statue of Liberty. He couldn't be more than five or six years old, he bent down and stared down at Matt with a mixture of curiosity and interest.
"Hi," the boy said as he scooped Matt up in one hand. Matt sat in the boy's palm as the boy looked him over. "My name's Steven. Are you a fairy?" Matt made an indigent noise, but before he could speak. the boy said: "No, I guess not.... you're not a girl and you don't have butterfly wings....What are you?"
"Steven!" called a female voice.
"That's my Mommy, I gotta go." Steven put Mat into a cargo pocket of his pants and ran toward his mother
Matt heard the exchanges between Steven and his mother and to his horror, he learned that Steven was only visiting his grandparents in this neighborhood and that he lives on the other side of town, near the countryside!
He heard the boy get into the car, heard the car door slam and then felt himself being taken out of the pocket.
He stared up at Steven from his sitting position in the boy's palm as the said boy giggle at him. "You're coming home with me," he said. "But don't worry, I'll be your bestest friend ever, little guy."
Before Matt could say anything, little Steven put an even smaller Matt back into his cargo pocket, and there Matt was for the remainder of the journey.
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