By Kathleen T. Pelley
Pictures by S.D. Schindler
"He filled his house with all kinds of clocks and scales, thermometers and barometers, and telescopes and periscopes. With his glasses perched at the end of his nose, he measured wetness and dryness, nearness and farness, and everything else in between.
"Magnus Maximus is a marvelous measurer," people said to one another.
This one is just a gem. This old, balding, mustached man, loves to (of all things) measure things. He's good at it too. So good that after saving the town from a terrifying escaped circus lion, the mayor declares him the towns official measurer. He carries on, measuring "all kinds of NESSes, from the wobbliness of a jellyfish to the itchiness of an itch." Eventually though, a fortunate accident leads him to realize that although it is terribly fun, there might just be more important things in life than endless counting and measuring.
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