Right before the pile of rejected manuscripts crushed him, Stooge awoke. He was alive and well in his bed. "Yipee!" he cried. "Oh! The muses did it all in one night—of course they could if they wanted to, bless them. I'm as giddy as a schoolboy!"
He stumbled into the computer table. "I'm as—as merry as a drunk!"
The door banged open and in walked Bob Muse. "I forgot my hat, sir, might I—"
"Bob! You wonderful man. Come, work with me this morning. I will double your pages!"
And Stooge was as good as his words. His prose grew on to be stronger and stronger, and though he received his share of rejections, in the end, Stooge kept the spirit of Dedication in his heart.