Any student could enter, only one could win. (This was back in the days when schools received little or no pressure to abolish any form of competition.)
I made a logical choice for a Connecticut school: I drew a toucan. (And even though I didn't eat Froot Loops, you may notice a similarity there...) Then again, plenty of elementary schools have Vikings or griffins, so geographical plausibility isn't a prerequisite.
In any case, somehow, I won.

My toucan was plastered on T-shirts, notebooks, maybe mugs? This was circa 1982.
Circa 1995, my alma mater called me at work in New York City. The person had a "you better sit down" vibe in her voice.
The news: the school had decided to retire my mascot and hold a contest for a new generation. I think she thought I was going to melt into tears. Actually, I was thrilled, and also touched that they took the time to track me down to tell me.
And I later heard the winner was a bulldog. (Meaning the winning mascot, not the winning artist.)
Which does make sense for a Northeastern school.
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