Woman with a Parasol

overtaken by an almost-human perception of loneliness, moved closer to the windowof the tiny abode. Artoo extended his utility feet toward the window and peekedinside. He hoped no one inside noticed the slight shiver of his barrel-shaped form orheard his nervous little electronic whimper. Somehow Luke Skywalker managed to squeeze inside the miniature house,where everything within was perfectly scaled to its tiny resident. Luke satcross-legged on the dried mud floor in the living room, careful not to bang his skullagainst the low ceiling. There was a table in front of him and he could see a fewcontainers holding what appeared to be hand-written scrolls. The wrinkle-faded creature was in his kitchen, next to the living room, busilyconcocting an incredible meal. From where Luke sat he could see the little cookstirring steaming pots, chopping this, shredding that, scattering herbs over all, andscurrying back and forth to put platters on the table in front of the youth.