1. Michael A. Gracia
Seth M. Norton
In the Happy-Go-Lucky lab in sunny California lived a cell by the name of Scheuer
Mann. Schuer Mann was a stem cell, and didn’t know what he wanted to be when he grew up
and had no plan. All he knew was he wanted to change the body he was in. Sadly, he didn’t
know where to begin.
One day, Scheuer Mann was flowing around the body when he ran into the blood cell,
Blue Cone Mono-Chrome. Blue was attempting trying to deliver fruit alone.
Schuer Mann then asked, “Excuse me Blue Cone Mono-Chrome, would you like help?”
Blue then replied, “It’d be great if you know how to deliver fruit, I don’t want you to try
and it be moot.”
“I’d love to try,” stated Schuer Mann, and he did, but when he tried he dropped them all
and then would sigh. He returned to Blue, frowning, then told him, “I dropped all of the fruits,
I’m so sorry! It won’t happen again!”
Then Blue replied, “You’re right it won’t. You’re not like me don’t even try to pretend.”
So Scheuer Mann fled, and flowed to the Mitochondria, Mac Corn, at his factory.
“Hello Mac Corn, my name is Scheuer Mann, and I noticed your factory, and happened
to notice it’s less than satisfactory. If I may, I’d like to help fix it so it can work.”
“Well,” Mac Corn stated, “you can if you know how,” he said with a smirk.”
“I can try!” Scheuer Mann said with enthusiasm, “Please, give me a chance.”
“Okay, don’t get distracted, don’t get caught in a trance.” Mac Corn said.
So Scheuer Mann went to fix the building and tried to patch a wall. Everytime he tried,
the stucco would fall. “Mr. Mac Corn, I tried to do what I needed to fix the factory but failed my

2. job.”
“Please leave at once, this place needs to look immaculate, go before they come-the
angry mob.”
So Scheuer Mann flowed all about the body, going back and forth, looking for the answer
to his issue. Round and round he went looking for something to do, somebody to aid when an
injured cell went up to him and asked, “Pardon me dear stem cell, do you have any tissue?”
“What seems to be the problem my friend?” asked Schuer Mann.
“It appears I have a minor injury, my leg appears to have a cut.”
Scheuer Mann then told the injured cell, “I happen to have stitches with me, I can stitch it
shut. While I do that, what’s your name my friend?”
“I’m Parkin Son, you must be Scheuer Mann I’ve heard much about you, maybe you are
someone I may befriend.”
“Perhaps we can be, perhaps we can. I’m done Parkin Son, I hope it heals…”
“Scheuer...you’re the man.”