once upon a time, there was a humble little boy.
one day he picked up a paintbrush, and splattered some paint on a canvas.
"i am an artist," he said. he became an artist. some kids yelled at him, "thats not real art."
he smiled and said, "a happy day to you benevolent fellows, and may your eye for art be ever open."
he ignored their opprobius behavior, and didn't give in to lethargy or become lugubrius. Because really, that would be so trite.
To break up the tedium, he used copius amounts of soil to build a parapet, which he hid behind. there his drew his art and was happy.
we can learn from him. his actions are quite laudatory, in fact, and deserve effusive praise.


