Myrmph’s triumph

Myrmph’s triumph

I’m related to Myrmph Pwoult, the inventor of the period at the end of a sentence. Myrmph had high aspirations and tried inventing the tub stopper, the wheel, and walking fast, but failed at them all.
Then one day Myrmph was reading a book, and at page fifty-two found himself exhausted, but he couldn’t stop reading because the book was one long sentence without the yet to be invented period.
Exasperated, Myrmph grabbed a hot charcoal from the fire place, and even though it was burning his hand, he used it to mark a spot on the place he had read to so far. This spot held some kind of sway over Mrymph and he stared at it for a couple of hours.
Myrmph realized he was on to something and went over to Brasspout Publishing House, where he found Publisher Fawlp Brasspout in the midst of a non-stop reading jag of the 752 page book, Fantastic Jowls. Fawlp’s eyes were bulging out of his head and he looked like he was going to fall over. Myrmph leaned in, and with the still smoking charcoal, marked a spot on the page that Fawlp hadn’t yet reached. When Fawlp got to the spot, he stared at it with great fascination. He looked up and thanked Mrymph, and bought the charcoal for 20 fish heads. An unheard of sum for those days.

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