Wildly scribbling a loopy font, a suave blue pen issued ideas like rounds of shot. The student who belonged to the pen glanced everywhere desperately, frantically gleaning inspiration from "The Trip Planner Deluxe" and "The Hitler Virus" for his thesis on weight loss. Presently nose-to-college-ruled, Our Hero began a deadly assault on cherry bon-bons.

An hour later.

Two textbooks only lay on the table, tight-lipped and silent witnesses with mouths full of various and sundry page-markers. But lo! also on the table lay reclining an open binder of the three-ring variety, picking its teeth with plastic divider tabs. The presiding judge swept his gavel towards the top of the hour. Both witnesses and cocky attorney raised their subject headings expectantly for the verdict.

Suddenly a jury of post-it notes issued from a sigh across the table. An angel chorus of Fiat car-horns graced the library through it's disapproving double doors.

"I gotta go type this up!"

And the periodicals tittered.

--author note:--

this was dashed off, there is little thought put into the metaphor or grammar, and I was laughing. but it *did* look like that, really! The periodicals actually fluttered and made a giggling noise as he "dizzily turned the corner and by Jove he was gone" *grins* Ok, so I have to catch the 'bus now!

Thanks to thee, oh Lanky One, for the inspiration!

*scurries to the bus stop*