Adding Law to a Lawless World

LEGEND TELLS OF A HERO...



Sir Stringsworth.

A name once whispered by trembling dragons.

The savior of plush kingdoms.

Defender of pillow fortresses.

A noble warrior carved not by the hands of fate, but by a dad with a pocketknife and a spare piece of nylon string.



For years, Sir Stringsworth stood vigil in the arms of his master, slaying invisible beasts, surviving bathtime floods, and even singlehandedly winning the Great Stuffed Animal War of '09.



But legends never die quietly.



On one fateful picnic day, Sir Stringsworth met his doom.

Not in battle. Not in fire or shadow.



But beneath the hooves... of a baby cow.

A “trusted steed,” they said.

The family’s adorable farm mascot, they said.



Betrayed. Flattened.

And, as fate would have it, the cow had recently stepped in something vile left behind by the dog.



As darkness claimed him, Sir Stringsworth—warrior, protector, stick—uttered his final thought:



“Tragic… but at least I died beautiful.”



And thus, the world lost a hero.



Or so it thought.