His first stop was the Forest of Nouns. Here, words like “Tree,” “River,” and “Mountain” stood tall and unmoving. “The” approached a particularly majestic “Oak.”“Excuse me,” “The” said politely. “”The “Oak” rustled its leaves. “I am already a noun,” it replied. “I don’t need you to tell everyone who I am.”

Together, they traveled to the Meadow of Adjectives. There, they found “Golden” and “Bright.” They all stood together, and suddenly, they felt a strange pull. Other words began to join them. A “Rose” bloomed nearby, and a “Morning” dawned.

And then, it happened. A great hand, guided by the rules of the Oxford Modern English Grammar , reached down and arranged them: