She was dazzled when she looked up. She had

She was dazzled when she looked up. She had finally returned to Foldtopia, and oh, how it had changed. The Foldtopians had many new stories, and many of her own were now finished,

but trouble was afoot in Foldtopia.The Infantiles from Cyberspace had been attacking Foldtopia's borders. The residents banded together, and, using the arsenal of the Keystrokes of

Rude Dismissal repelled the assault. After four months and innumerable casualties, the IfC was defeated, and Foldtopia was preserved in all of its ridiculous splendor. However, two

prisoners broke loose from the spelling ward and made havoc with homonyms and subject-complement agreement. Purpleprof was all, "Whoooaaaa!" and SilmWhitman spit in his

spiced pumpkin latte which steadily reacted to create an explosion and a hole in the plot from which they could escape. MoralEnd was not interested in following the others because

he needed to relax; he was way too tense. It wasn't easy getting a full 15 hours of sleep per day. As the other folders slipped through the widening plot hole, MoralEnd rolled

out of bed & fell through it too.Still dreaming,MoralEnd bounced from one dormant story to the next landing in the labyrinthine basement of foldingstory,the dark source of bizarre

Creatures and their offspring, whom he catalogued diligently. This volume became the source of even more folding stories in the future. There was a second and third volume as well.

His fourth volume was never finished, though pages of it were found with him at the bottom of a cliff where he met his end. Scholars tried to complete the work, but no-one could

figure out where to go from "..and then there were none...in my pants!" He had said all that could possibly be said. Some genius could never be touched by mere mortals.