One of my favorite comic strips is Bill Waterson's Calvin and Hobbes. It's about a precocious 6-year-old and his stuffed tiger, who comes to life whenever the two of them are left alone. Calvin was hyper-imaginative, and he often saw reality within the context of fantastic adventures. In one strip, Hobbes encounters him busily digging holes in the back yard, apparently looking for treasure. The holes are arranged in a grid, and Hobbes muses on Calvin's devotion to the systematic approach.