Stinkin Lincoln lay at the bottom of the well, feeling the sting of the other coins' snickers. "Why must they always tease me just because I'm dirty?" he sighed. Determined to find a place where he would be accepted, he gave himself a mighty push and rolled out of the well, setting off on his adventure.

Stinkin Lincoln approached the first shop, a bakery filled with the aroma of fresh bread. "Excuse me, could you help clean me up?" he asked. But the baker shook his head, "Sorry, I don't have time for that." Undeterred, Lincoln continued his journey.

Stinkin Lincoln rolled up to the counter, "Could you wash me, please?" But the attendant barely glanced at him, "We only clean clothes here." Feeling disheartened, he rolled out, still hopeful for a solution.

Stinkin Lincoln paused to gather his thoughts, "Is there no place for a dirty penny like me?" he wondered aloud. Then he noticed the glimmering pond, its waters reflecting the brilliant afternoon sun.

Rolling into the water, Stinkin Lincoln was surprised by the friendly welcome from other tarnished coins and curious fish. "Welcome to our home," a cheerful fish greeted. Lincoln felt a warmth in his heart, realizing he had found his place among those who valued him just as he was.

Stinkin Lincoln rolled happily along the pond's edge, feeling the acceptance he had longed for. "I think I'll stay here forever," he mused, content in his newfound home where dirtiness was just another part of the charm.