There was once an ordinary twig, leading a simple life amidst the trees of a forest on the Italian/German border.
But one fateful day, his life would change forever.
Footsteps broke the forest's silence, and suddenly he found himself being lifted high into the air and coming face-to-face with a rather handsome man. The man's intense blue eyes carefully inspected the twig, who could do nothing but stare back, utterly mesmerized.
"Ja, zis vill do nicely " the man said with a thick German accent. "I vill call you Herr Stick!" he proclaimed with a smile.
The newly dubbed Herr Stick was ecstatic. He had a name! He had a purpose! Surely, t