Prolouge
Mr. Jones came in late one night, his wife who was sitting in her usual spot, in the chari next to the television, was on her blog updating her status, when he came in holding an unusually large basket.
"What's that dear?" she asked, "Oh! Is that a puppy, or a kitten, or a baby ferret? I love babies!"
"Well... You got the 'baby' part right."
He handed her the basket, which held four baby girls, who where sleeping head-to-foot in a circle.
"Ugh!" his wife cried out in disgust, "What are those filthy little beasts?"
"These are human babies, dear." he said a little disgrunteled.
"Human? Those look like piggies!"
"I have to take care of them until they get old enough to move out," he looked down at them, "Im certainly not happy about them either."
"Why do we have to take care of them?" she asked.
"It's a long, and weird story..."