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I have spent the morning scanning old photos and ephemera that survived the Great Purge Of Paper during my last visit to storage. I'm not nearly done, but while scanning a handful of old school assignments I particularly wanted to keep, I came across one that made me burst out laughing.

This is another gem of Mr. Ellinton's, my teacher from when I was eight. One of the study units we did was on mythology, which I remember vividly because it kickstarted my interest in the subject. Everyone in the class had to invent a myth, and I was assigned with inventing "How The Deer Got Its Horns". Why yes, I had read the Just So Stories, why do you ask?

The story in itself is the usual eight-year-old fare, uncomplicated and silly, but the comment at the bottom from Mr. Ellinton is priceless in light of my recent struggles with Charitable Getting.



Apparently description is not a new issue for me. (Also, scope my preadolescent artwork. LULZ.)