Joshmoe, Stone Stumble-Oner Extraordinaire
Yippee! I made it! Greetings Good Folks, I’m Joshmoe, Stone Stumble-Oner Extraordinaire. I hear-tell there is a contest in progress that is all about custom names. Well pray on a stone and knock it three times for luck, for I’ve been custom named twice over. My given name, a grand example of such. You see, Ma took Jo from my Dad Pap’s nickname, le ordinary-Jo and Shmoe from my granddad Pap’s le plain-old-Shmoe and fashioned Joshmoe. Le plain-ole-ordinary was soon attached. Folks in my parts see us as simple folk, as you can plainly tell. So how did a simple stone stumbler-oner move from Joshmoe le plain-ole-ordinary to my second custom name, Joshmoe le Extraordinaire? Well, I stumbled on it or better said, stumbled on her. Pray on a stone and knock it three times for luck, never a day I don’t, and good fortune came tenfold that day. You see my feet got to itching as they normally do when stone is about, and then my fingers got to twitching, as is what happens when I am to find something more than stone. I found my granddads wedding band one time and did that stir up a hive of bees with grandma, considering where I found it, err, well, none of your concern, I am sure. Anyways, I was moseying along scratching a foot itch, here and rubbing a twitching hand, there, just following where the itches and twitches lead, when oomph, I stumbled-on and right over a bump in the road. I wasn’t paying much attention where I was stepping, I will readily admit; though, stumble-oners rarely do, as it is a known fact that if a stumble-oner is paying more attention to where he is going then where the itch and twitch is leading him, he is never going to stumble on what he is after. So, being joggle and jolted is what we stumble-oners look forward to, it means success, as it was on that day. After shaking my head a moment and waiting for the bewilderment to subside, I become aware of a burlap sack right in front of where I sat; becoming even more interested when the bag began wiggling and squiggling. Low and behold, upon opening it, I made a discovery I never in my years would have imagined. Inside, I found a pretty, little Lady, all bound up, hands, feet and mouth. As it turned out a nasty scoundrel by the name of Chuck took this little lady right from her homeland, smuggled her away on a ship, and left her right where I stumbled on-her. The better we became acquainted, the more intrigued with her I became, but no more then she with me, well, with my itches and twitches, if the truth be known. A wonder though, she had never heard of stumble-oners, she knew of farmers and such, who are less common then the lot of us. But, it became rather apparent in her parts there was no such profession of stumble-ons; the resource finder and stumble-oners; ones that are apt to find more than the recourses they are after. So grateful she was, I was of the latter, which led me to stumble-on-her, she proposed an astounding offer for saving her. And well, here I am, on the Isle of Ariesee, working as a Stone Stumble-Oner Extraordinaire, one of a kind in these parts, and in the employment of the little lady I stumbled-on and over, The Queen of Ariesee. Pray on a stone and knock it three times for luck, it worked for a plain-ole-ordinary, like me.