E C GREAVES

On little Ed’s first day of school, the teacher asked the class, “Kids, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Little Jeffus wanted to be an astronaut. Becky-sue, a ballet dancer… or a pony—I forget which. And Billy Jenkins had crayons stuck in his ears, so he missed the question.

But little Ed? Why, he looked that teacher of his dead in the eye, and he told her, “Mrs. Milne, I don’t actually plan on growing up!”

And it’s a good thing that little Ed set himself a nice, easy goal, because now he writes books instead doing whatever it is those other dinguses ended up doing!