This is the story of a small boy named Tim. Little Tim loved watching cartoons and reading comics, and would spend hours copying them. He dreamt that he too could be an artist, or an animator, or an illustrator; or anything that involved pencils, pens and paints. Later he discovered the joys of reading, this time for the story, not just the art, and so he would write stories and poems and daydreamed that this would be a nice thing to do.

Because this is a short story, we will jump ahead to the present. We simply don’t have the time to talk about the years of playing with toys and dogs and Mickey Mouse. Today Tim still dreams of drawing, painting and writing, and is happy to report that he does not look very much like a monkey, this is not a self-portrait.

Tim really enjoys good coffee, especially the sort that comes with cake.