"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?"
The doctor put on his glasses. The question from the frustrated woman sitting in the sand in front of him puzzled him for a moment, despite his various degrees and diplomas. Then, the answer finally hit him.
"It appears to be your son."
"WHAT?"
The doctor was just as confused as she was. Four months ago, he had assisted her in laying thirty-one eggs into the well dug pit they were staring in at the moment. Now, the new mother, along with him and her husband, came back to watch their children hatch.
However, the happy occasion was ruined by the appearance of a defected baby. Among the thirty of its siblings, a hideous monster child torn the egg it lived in for the past few months into shreds. The doctor had delivered many defected and disabled children, but none as horribly mutated as this one. Instead of a pointed beak that babies use t break out of their eggs, this child's mouth was round with two steaming nostrils, similar to that of an ox. Its mouth was filled with sharp, pointed things, which were never seen in anybody else of their race. It had unusual red hair, which spread like fire from its scalp to its neck. The doctor noticed two tiny horns budding from the inferno of hair, and several more stubs growing out of the back of its shell.
"Don't worry," the doctor recited the speech he was taught to comfort the mothers of defects. "Some children are born missing an arm or an eye. You should be glad that it isn't anything serious."
But even as he said it, the demon-child was biting and clawing at its brothers and sisters in the pit. The doctor reached in and carefully removed the kid. He placed it in its confused mother's arms, where it couldn't do any harm to its siblings. The baby snarled at its mom and bared its teeth. Its father scratched his head.
"Come on, honey," the father said. "I'm sure that underneath that hideous shell he is really just a normal little boy. Right doctor?"
"Uh… yeah… right," the doctor was quickly packing up his equipment to leave. He wasn't sure why, but he just wanted to get as far away from the child as possible.
The father remained optimistic. He carefully took the baby from his wife. "How about we give him a name that reflects his… unique personality. How about we call him… Bowser."
Bowser bit his father's hand.
