There was, they say, a certain magical land in the Center Corridor of the Second Floor. This place, existing in the Eighth Period, was a place of joy and learning. The stories of great nations and noble leaders were told within its boundaries, and its residents were led by the one known as Malin.
It was in this land, not far beyond the walls of Civics where I write this work, that the CowBag stepped onto the stage of public notice.
It is told, oh reader, that the CowBag was in the possession of the young Will Cicola, for before his citizenship in Slobovia he was a resident of this happy land.
The Malin herself took notice of the CowBag and recognized its uniqueness. She sent a message to Mother of Cicola, instructing her to cleanse the CowBag of the impurities it was subjected to in Locker Room. It was done, and there was much rejoicing. The Malin rang the CowBell and the CowBag was tossed aloft while the residents of the land shouted incomprehensibly. Miller, who was also a resident of the land, looked on in wonder. She resolved to learn more of the CowBag, of its mysterious ways...and of the country from which it hailed--Slobovia.