Rowley writes a book

89.Rowley Jeffers was an 11-year-old boy who was often considered a little slow-witted, perhaps even, to put it bluntly, quite stupid. Yet, was stupidity truly Rowley's identity, or was he just exceptionally misunderstood?
It all began at Rowley's small-town school during an author's visit. The renowned Mr. Hankey, a beloved author famous for his creatively enchanting Christmas stories, was there to share his writing journey. The very air around Mr. Hankey seemed to pulse with literary energy that mesmerized Rowley, and the firm handshake that Rowley shared with him left an indelible spark of inspiration.
On that fateful day, an idea bloomed and took root in Rowley's mind. He decided to write a book of his own—with a uniquely ambitious vision. Perhaps this sounds like a grand yet common aspiration, but remember, Rowley was a peculiar child with a unique worldview.
His conceived "masterpiece" consisted solely of ten pages. Unlike the verbose tomes by Mr. Hankey, Rowley chose single, seemingly random words to fill his pages. One word per page, that made up his entire book: "Pig", "Pencil", "Guinness", "Bogey", "Poo", "Die", "Nasty", "Clown", "Thirst", "Dehydrate".
Odd, nonsensical, downright ridiculous-such was the refrain reverberating in the minds of anyone who heard about Rowley's bizarre literary undertaking. Still, overcoming the laughter, mockery and raised eyebrows, Rowley persevered. His strange idea was hardly a traditional book, but it was his creation nonetheless.
When word of Rowley's unusual book reached a publishing company through improbable channels, something unexpected happened. The publisher, receptive to the whimsical absurdity, decided to publish it.
Almost as soon as the book hit the shelves, it resonated with an eclectic crowd of celebrities such as Lady Gaga, Rick Astley, and Julian from Postman Pat. Its obscure simplicity became a massive hit, tapping into some elemental chord of human curiosity. Within two hours of its release, it had sold a staggering 8 billion copies!
Meanwhile, Rowley's friend Darwin, a quaintly intelligent and sensible boy, had delved into the realm of creating an expansive, traditional book. His work was filled with dramatic plots, intense storylines and in-depth character analysis—a stark contrast to Rowley's bold minimalism. However, as destiny would have it, only three copies of Darwin's book sold. Adding insult to injury, two of them were discarded carelessly.
Calamities of irony unfold as Rowley, the once labeled 'stupid boy', now held the title of the world's highest earnings author. His rise to fame was unorthodox, his success surreal. But amid the fame and wealth, what warmed his heart most was the pride gleaming in his parents' eyes every time they saw him.
In his earnest, innocent way, Rowley had demonstrated that sometimes it's not the complexity of a work, but rather the audacity of an idea, that captures the world's fancy. A tale of creativity at its most unbidden, Rowley's strange odyssey was a testament to the magic of an unforgettable story.