One day no families had televisions; a little later every family had televisions. There was a transitional period when only one family had a television. They were the pioneers.
"What do we do with it?" they asked. It was blank.
"You'll be able to watch shows on it, like a theatre."
"How much of the actors will we be able to see?" they said, looking at the small size of the screen. "Their feet?"
"No, no. The actors will be tiny. About this big." The inventor held his hands a foot apart.
A matriarch stepped forth. "Little people! You'll be bringing the Little People into my home! Pixies! Brownies! The milk will sour! The babies will turn into changelings!"
The inventor hung his head. "Yes," he said. "Think, though: your shoes will always be mended."
They considered his offer.
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