The room lifted up to the sounds of footsteps and a can opener. The day has come. It was only for a moment when she recollects her scavenging days five years ago in an abandoned parking lot. I wish someone would take me home, she whispered. Her wish was granted.
Welcome home, Koultessa!
She had reclaimed her birthright, Koultessa S. Grugwiv, and in the next few years she’d be sharing a room with three more abandoned individuals who would eventually become her adopted siblings.
Fast forward to the not so distant future, she’d be welcoming her nephew, Klyntzo F. Zacona, whose mother, Lunifah, expecting a baby, found a pair of tiny, almost paw-like, cuddle generators amidst the bustling night life of Kuwait City three years ago.
It was on that same dreadful day that she saw herself wandering off famished under the scorching daylight; a youngster living on fastfood scraps and cardboard, pleading for snuggles. But she’s anxious to blot out all memories of those hostile days…
Happy birthday, Koultessa and Klyntzo! Her thoughts popped out like bubbles. It’s the cuddle generator dangling a freshly caught artificial prey. I love you!
It is, indeed, one fine, ordinary day.
Left: Young Klyntzo inspects his alter ego. Right: Adult Klyntzo realizes he’s no Richard Parker.
Left: Young Koultessa poses for a photo. Right: Adult Koultessa poses for a photo.
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Mini Musing: Not all scientists are linguists, just as not all doctors are nutritionists. – AM