In the Kingdom of Letters, T stood all alone on the big parchment grid.
T looked left. T looked right. No one was there.
T tried to lean on an invisible friend. But there was only empty air.
T marched up to the letter B. 'Will you be my friend?'
The B wiggled its belly. Then it shook its head. No.
T spun around and faced the letter S. 'Maybe you?'
The S curled tighter and tighter, rolling away. T was left very straight and very alone.
Then H slid in, tall and strong, standing right beside T. Their lines locked together, solid and complete.