Stamp of Approval

I popped right out of the tin pencil case the instant morning arrived! Right beside my crayon bunk sat a chunky wooden rubber stamp next to an open red ink pad. An official student must grade papers properly! I planted my shoes firmly, gripped the round wooden handle with both arms, and pressed the rubber base squish into the spongy crimson pad. Then, with a mighty leap, I brought it down smack onto the corner of a blank index card! Thump! I lifted it away and gasped—a brilliant red smiling star was glowing on the clean paper! Classwork is officially certified!