STORIES OF STUMPLE
Once in a mystical forest... or rather in my first grade classroom... (The very place where i first set eyes on the ethereal beast Stumple) for a strange disorented reason we were all silent. It was almost unsettling. The whole classroom was working diligently. An excited Stumple had just finished her work. She eagerly thrust her working tools into her desk. Through the silence a clicking sound was heard. Stumple looked side to side...(She was notorious for having a messy desk) and an avalanche of papers, pencils, crayons, and whatever else could have been in Stumple's desk poured out of the desk toppling the young, frail beast over. You have to excuse me for this is the time when I usually get teary eyed, for this was the day I found the true majesty of stumple.