Stickman

The classroom was very dismal and colorless that day, as it was every other day. Each student sat at a sketching desk in neat circles around the room and each circle had a still life that the students were to sketch. Everything was prim and proper, just as the professor saw it to be. He had one rule in his class: realism. To him, that's all there was, and that's all there should be. If anyone dared to draw a fantasy creature of some sort, their grade dropped to a zero, and they failed the class. He did not tolerate fantasy, and he refused to use any of these fables in his art. That was... until today...