This morning Elmo knew that today and Friday would have a high in the 40s, with a chance of rain or snow. He thought back to a day in elementary school when the teacher asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Elmo was the only child held after class. “Elmo,” the teacher said, “you’re not like the other children. We all like you here, but you’ve got to realize, that you’re an IMP! Don’t get me wrong. You’re a good imp, but you can’t be a lawyer, or drive a car, or even wear clothes like the rest of us.” Elmo’s tiny amorphous grin turned to a frown of fierce determination, and as a tear welled up in his eye, Elmo said to himself, “I’ll show them. I’ll show them all!”