I went to a shitty high school that seriously lacked creative stimulation. Needless to say, I doodled a lot on my papers. My sophomore year, I started drawing these furry, two-legged creatures at the bottom of French tests, each labeled “Le Moufeau.” It got to the point where I was rushing to finish tests so I’d have enough time to draw one before time was up. Fortunately, my teacher loved them. I still have no idea what “moufeau” means.