Happy Monster Island

Looking not unlike a bomb disposal expert defusing a canister of nitro gylcerine you stoop and gather the sprat up, resting its head in the crook of your elbow and using your other hand as a seat for its bottom.

You knew its mother rejected it so you had braced yourself for ugly or mongoloid or even The Penguina but nothing could prepare you for what you saw now. No mother could love this face because no mother would live to see it, the "baby"'s face was covered in lines. Wrinkles actually the scars time leaves, the awareness dawned to your mounting horror that you had adopted a chimera, a newborn's measure crowned with the decripit face of an 80 year old man!

The gurgles and grunts you heard were ones of senile regression.In place of a button nose - a hooked dagger, instead of rosy cheeks, grey sockets. Its eyes bore no signs of aging no milky cataract or red veins, for its eyes were the only true part and they shone with an immortal malevolence.

You had gotten it wrong, you were the one that was helpless,the monster had you now.

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