I’m not going to pretend you like poetry and write you a sonnet- I’m not even sure what a sonnet is, honestly.
How about a story, then?
Once, and only once, a boy was born- I’m aware that there’s been plenty of boys born, but this one was special. I wasn’t there for it, I was too busy demanding food from my own parents, but I imagine they saw him and thought holy cow! How can anything be that skinny? and then they rushed you off to the nearest starship, wondering if the prophecy was true (a day will come when a toothpick is born, and he will bring happiness to the planet of ice and maple juice). But there was some trouble with your passport, and you were delayed nearly sixteen years. Alright that’s a bit of an exaggeration, you were probably fighting space donkeys for at least ten of those years. But guess what? The border guards couldn’t figure out what was wrong with your passports, so you tried to sneak in- “For the beavers!” you probably screamed. But your ship spun out of control and landed on ‘Merica, thus they thought the prophecy was ruined.
What they didn’t realize was that this boy was born to type. He’d sit there and type whatever came into his head, word after word- and sometimes it wasn’t just words that came to his head, sometimes it was something else entirely, and he’d type that down too. And he kept typing until the words led him to whole new planet, and he typed a tunnel from his world to the other. And guess what? That world was full of typists just like him. People busy creating their own world- people that were trying to make sense of the words that pounded on their skulls, begging to be set free. Little did he know that on this planet lived a girl from the planet of ice and maple juice (and they became bestest friends, in case you couldn't guess!).
Not only did he bring happiness to the land of ice and maple juice, but he also brought it to the land of typists, and it spread to their worlds as well!
Thank you, Hatt, for making me smile and laugh nearly every day. And thank you for laughing with me.
Happy Birthday you lovable goof!