Every puzzle has an answer...
Once upon a time there was a genius, and this genius was working on a puzzle.
He stared at the puzzle before him, eyes squinted in concentration. He wasn't used to puzzles stumping him, but this one was proving to be a definite challenge.
The goal was to get three pawns through a maze, using a different route for each and none of them crossing each other's paths. It was more difficult than it seemed.
He moved a pawn experimentally, not really having a plan yet. He had an idea. If he moved that one like that, and this one like this-
But no. Two of them crossed paths. Too bad.
He tried again, a different tactic. He used a pencil to draw the maze on a sheet of paper and try to work it out from there.
He was getting it… he was getting it… no! Once again, paths were crossed.
Frustrated, he looked down at the real puzzle, as if hoping that something about the real maze would inspire him to find the solution. It didn't work. He sighed and rubbed his head. How long had he been at this? It felt like hours. He looked at his pocket-watch. Only five minutes? He had never, ever been so completely baffled by a puzzle.
He stretched his arms. Perhaps he need something to drink. Yes, he needed to go get something to drink and think about something else for a while.
Puzzles were maddening. He had no idea what Layton saw in them.
Don Paolo turned and started to walk down from the viewing platform. Below him, from the giant maze he'd built himself, came a voice. "Mr. P-Paolo, sir? When do we get to eat again?" asked one of the pawns.
Paolo shrugged and continued walking. "Eh… I dunno."
~Fin~
