inspired by Who Was That Masked Man Anyway by Avi

“Hi, I’m looking for the, uh, applications office. Would you be so kind as to point me in the right direction?”

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“Oh, thank you.”

“Murrmurrmurr.”

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“Oh hi, my name is Lane. . . I’m, uh, here to apply for a Poetic License. Am I in the right place?”

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“Oh great! So, here is my paperwork: you can see that I am currently a Professional Student.”

“Murr murrmurrum murr murrurhm?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m a senior at LCU. Oh also, I am an Aspiring Blogger.”

“Murrummurr murr murrmurr?”

“Yes, that’s why I need my license. I once heard a poet say, ‘To be a writer, the only requirement is to write,” but then I found out about the Poetic License. . .”

*awkward silence*

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“Umm, to write. Well, I want to blog. Blogging is writing, right?”

“Murrmurr.”

“Oh.”

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“No. . . I’m studying math.”

“Murrmur murr murr murrmurrmrur.”

“No, I’ve already changed my major three times. I will not be changing again.”

“Murr, murrmrur murrmurrr murr mru.”

“No, I don’t have any experience in writing or blogging . . Is that going to be a problem?”

“Murfmurr. Murrurr murr mumumurrr.”

“Umm, well, I’d like a blog to expand my, my life experience by regular articulation.”

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“Oh, a Novice Poetic License? Because I’m studying math?”

“Murr.”

“Oh. Well, I am a very whimsical person…”

“Murr murrmurr.”

“. . . I enjoy language. . .”

“Murr.”

“. . . I read a lot. . .”

“Murr.”

“Well, so, when can I get my license?”

“Murumrrurm murr murrmurr.”

“What?! I had no idea there would be a test. . . Will it be hard?”