Helen Doodle - The Legend
In 1912, and only five months old, my destitute mother abandoned me with only a ragity shawl and a lump of coal for comfort. She placed me between two mossy boulders, and there I stayed for two days and two nights through rain, blizzard, sleet and snow. I sat looking out over the forests of Lesser Splungeworth (a tiny hamlet in the south east of England) and woefully wondered of what was to become of me. Thankfully a passing flange of baboons took pity upon my helpless situation and welcomed me into their ward. They fed and sheltered me, until I was old enough to walk to town and begin my schooling. |
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Once my little fingers grabbed hold of a pencil I knew I had destiny in the palm of my hand. Oh, the idea to draw, it wriggled in my soul, it scratched in my mind, and it made me want to doodle. It didn’t take long before my instinctive urges took over and soon I was doodling every minute that I could. I would doodle until sunset, then until the dawn had come and left once more. |
I was lucky enough to be given the chance to study the mechanics of Doodle at Oxford Univeristy. The studying continued until, in 1966 I became the first British Professor of Doodleology. However, my biggest achievement was in 1973 when I was proudly awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for the leaps and bounds in charitable work that Doodling has provided in helping cease world hunger and poverty. |
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