"BUZZZ, BUZZZ!" rang the doorbell of the Moore family's house.

"Dear, would you get that?" asked the lady of the house, Mrs. Moore.

"All right!" replied Mr. Moore, groaning and grumbling as he got up off the sofa where he had been watching television for the last hour. Upon opening the door, he received quite a shock, finding a wailing baby siamese twin cow human thing upon his doorstep.

"I must be dreaming that I'm in one of those stupid Species movies!" said Mr. Moore, slamming the door, which caused the poor babything to cry even harder. Finally Mr. Moore opened the door and took the baby inside. After pulling out an old crib, and finding a shabby blanket for the baby, they went on as if nothing had happened.



The next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Moore were thinking what a strange dreams they had had last night, which is to say until they heard a baby crying! Rushing into the room next to theirs, to check on their own little baby, a spoiled little pudgy child by the name of Dumpling, but to their surprise, they saw that he was still asleep, and that another baby was making the noise that they heard! Mr. and Mrs. Moore found a baby bottle, and stingily filled it with cold milk for the babything. Going outside to get the mail, Mr. Moore stepped on a rock. After letting loose a couple of unmentionable words, such as @$$-O, he looked down and saw that the rock was holding down a piece of paper. Bending down he picked it up and brought it inside to read it to Mrs. Moore, who was just having her morning cup of coffee. The note read:



Dear Mr. and Mrs. Biscuit Moore,

Please take good care of this child! As impossible as it may seem, this child may well grow up to become a great wizard! Since his parents, Peter and Eht Woc Plotzer have passed away in an explosion involving Pineapple, a hot dog, Zell, Selphie, and the unmentionable one A___l__a, you, his fifth cousins, seven times removed, are the new guardians of this child! Thank you!



Sincerely,

Bumble Dizpiggins, Headmistress of Griffindorfer, school for the magically ungifted.



By this time Mr. and Mrs. Moore were laughing so hard that coffee was all over the place. The laughing continued for about five seconds until Mr. Moore read the last sentence:



P.S. Please give the baby, Henry, more milk, and if you don't mind, could you warm it up, and I would suggest that if you don't want to pay the medical and insurance bills when he comes down with a cold, give him a nice blanket. Also, please stop laughing!