When I was 8 or so, we had this project in school. I think it was to learn prepositions or something.

We were to write and illustrate a story, about any character we wanted, and how they went up/over/around/through/etc different environments and objects.

I was pretty much obsessed with cougars at the time, so I made my character a cougar. He went for a walk.

And since cougars are known to be fierce predators, I named him “Killer”.

I wasn’t a big fan of the boring up/over/around/through nonsense, but I did enjoy drawing, so I made the best of it.

But the real payoff was that once we got done with all the preposition nonsense, the last page was all ours.

Complete creative freedom.

So I dutifully completed the seven pages of necessary filler.

So that I could finish with my pièce de résistance.

Unfortunately, my teacher’s response to my masterpiece was to call my mom in to discuss my “emotional issues”.