A/N: According to the novelette The Little Prince, the vast majority of children grow up to become boring dolts with no imagination. I agree with the fact that most kids forget the magic of childhood.
The year is 2008 (exactly 13 years after the strips ended.) Calvin is eighteen years old. After enduring the first five months of his college career, he's just about at his wit's end. As he returns to his hole-in-the-wall dorm from another day of excruciatingly boring lectures, he slams the door shut. Thank gosh he doesn't have to room with any of those idiots that he spends his classes with. That would make this unbearable.
"Why in the world did I sign up for this?" he complained aloud (as usual), "Who knew college would be so hard? I have a paper to write, exams to study for, and all I feel like doing is going to sleep." Calvin threw his jacket on the floor and flopped down on his bed. "Sometimes I wish I could just take a pill to be perfect and push a button to know everything." He paused, as if waiting for a response. He then added, "...not that you would understand."
Calvin didn't room with the idiots in his classes, but he had brought his friend along with him. Currently, he's sitting on a folding T.V. tray that they use instead of a table while eating a sandwich. In between bites, he responded, "What can I say? We tigers lead a life of simplicity."
A/N: Most kids forget the magic of childhood. But under certain circumstances, that magic becomes reality and stays with you forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin & Hobbes.