Little Timmy, at the meager age of eight, knew what he wanted to be when he grew up.
All through elementary school, he knew.
He was dead set on his career path.
All the other kids changed their ideas every week, from firefighter to doctor to radiologist even though they didn't know what that meant.
But Little Timmy knew his stuff.
Because Little Timmy wanted to be a volcanologist. He couldn't think of anything better than studying volcanos for the rest of his life.
All the other kids made fun of him, because he didn't want to be a doctor or a policeman.
He wanted to be a volcanologist, and nobody was going to change his mind.
His parents weren't so happy about that, though.
They didn't want Little Timmy to be a volcanologist.
They felt the field was a little
Stagnate.
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