A little girl is watching you.
“Hello, what’s your name?” you ask her, but she just stares at you mutely.
“That’s a nice shadow you have,” you tell her. She looks at it with little interest, but you pick it up in your hands, pulling it this way and that, turning it into a rabbit, a horse, a bird, before laying it back on the ground.
“If you let me take your shadow, I’ll give you three gold coins,” you tell her, plucking them from nowhere and flourishing them in front of her face.