AS IF YOU CARE!!!!!!
Tis a weary tale, oft told, seldom listened to. This story begins at a time when the smell of autumn's fires can be wafted, putting an end to summer's bounty of leaves.
"You run down yonder, stully-boy, and I'll toss this ball of waxen yarn to ya."
Mr. Wrenfold hadn't been the same since retiring from the hardware store business. His children had no interest in the place, so they sold it and lived off the interest. Only one of his grand children came to visit him at his run down estate. And this is what it got Stulliver Pickens, a day of chasing grandpa's wild throws and endless yarns.
"You've got a baseball in the house, grandpa. I can get that and some gloves"
"Nonsense. Gloves are for ninnies and baseballs are for fat, rich kids, with their ears tucked into their hats and their pants tucked into their socks. There was a time when two boys with a ball of yarn could spend hours just..."
Stulliver always made it look like he was listening, but he wasn't. Pretending to listen was good enough for him if it was good enough for his parents and his teachers and his classmates and his pediatrician and his psychologist and his grandpa. His mind spent this spare time wandering the universe, in a desperate search for adventure, excitement, and or intrigue.
