Jogo Do Galo -

Tiago stared at the board. Three stones sat in a perfect, undeniable row. The "solved" game had bitten back. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Tiago didn't reach for his notebook. Instead, he picked up a stone, looked at the scarred table, and asked for a rematch.

Mateo didn't hesitate. He placed a smooth river stone, his , in the top-right corner. He wasn't looking at the board; he was looking at the boy’s eyes. Jogo do Galo

"The rooster doesn't just see what's in front of him," Mateo said, sliding his stone into place. "He sees the whole yard." Tiago stared at the board