Here in the jungles of the Aztec Temple, we get to witness one of nature’s most baffling phenomena. A creature that is devoid of survival instincts, he actually somehow survived in the jungle for the longest time. Behold… The great Stupido. The life of the great one is simple: hide away from predators and live. But on one fateful day, the great stupido decided to do one of his greatest ideas yet, and that is to poke a beast.

Burrowing out from his home, he decided to look for food before doing his idea as a way to celebrate. He looks around, and he smells a familiar scent as he quickly makes his way and finds… some fruits, and it is a lucky day because he found more than he usually has. Feeling a sense of achievement, it gives him more confidence in doing what he is going to do. As he puts the last sets of fruits into his living space, he sets sail to find a beast to poke.

As he ventures into the jungle, the great Stupido has mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness. Looking all over the place, his luck is not on his side, as he hasn’t found a beast in sight, but Stupido is determined to go through with his idea. With each step, he imagines the glory of poking a beast, the tales that would be told of his bravery. 

He pauses for a moment, thinking about the risk… for a second. He continues to find the beast for him to poke without thinking of what if the beast turns on him? But the feat that he’s going to do outweighs that, as it could be the start of more “great” ideas he may have in the future when suddenly, he spots movements in the underbrush. His instincts kick in, and he crouches low, and lo and behold, a creature larger than he anticipated, with sharp claws and a fierce gaze. 

The great Stupido thinks for a final time whether he wants to go through with this, and he makes up his mind after a second. He makes the first step, and with determination, he inches closer, ready to execute his grand idea. He takes a deep breath, mustering what little courage he has in his absent-minded brain. The great Stupido slowly makes his way towards an idling beast, and when he sees an opportunity, he lunges forward, but he forgot something—SOMETHING TO POKE THE BEAST WITH! Instead of poking his face first onto the beast, the beast glares at the great Stupido. He gives out a gulp, and he could only mutter out one word.

“Run!”

And run he did.