 be curious, not judgmental
What a bizarre question. Max, overwhelmed with theories, figured he'd just throw all his ideas out there.
"Well," he began, his hand already in the air and unsure where to begin, "um, it adds variety to the scenery? It's a nice place to spend an afternoon reading? It can be used for transportation... and boat races? Swimming and such recreational purposes?" He was counting them off on his fingers, rambling the list as they came to him.
"A place for magical creatures to live, both for their sake and ours, in terms of education and learning respect for them? Protection? A good place to hide? Because the creatures are our friends and we like living alongside them? Because a founder needed somewhere to keep their best friend, the giant squid?!" He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. How long had Bartholomew Henry been there? He didn't even know. He could've been a thousand years old. Or maybe not. But it had to come from somewhere originally, right? Maybe Mr. Henry came from a long line of giant squids. Max decided he needed to get on that research as soon as possible. He was very curious now.
"Honestly, the better question is, why wouldn't they want a lake nearby? The opportunities involved are endless."
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