The text for this story was written by my nephew, J.D. Mann. He was only five years old at the time. My sister sent me the prose and requested that I add illustrations to his story, and I obliged. This story has a slightly existential aura to it; you can find many layers of hidden meaning if you try. Is it a metaphor of the human struggle? Is it a parable for corporate America? Or simply the fruits of a creative kindergartener's imagination? See for yourself...