Author’s Note – With many apologies to H.G. Wells, I ask the question: Did you ever wonder what Dr. Moreau must have been like as a child? Word count be damned, I went for it and had fun with this. And yes, “evolutionarily” is a word, at least in my universe. If you’d like to join the fray you can stop by Friday Fictioneers and have at it.
Michael Moreau loved science. He read anything he could get his nine-year-old hands on and after studying zoology, microbiology and biochemistry, he started “experimenting” with his stuffed animals. His first (and favorite) creation was a “zebeltiraffe” which he proudly displayed on the front lawn. His mother, though impressed with his genius and ingenuity, did her best to discourage his projects (what would the neighbors think?) but he wouldn’t listen. He loved creating new creatures that had never been seen before and he continued to do so, eventually incurring the wrath of his neighbors, who didn’t understand his passion. Instead they picketed his house, threw garbage at him when he left to go to school and called the police to report satanic activity. Michael was devestated– how could they think he would hurt a creature just to be mean? He was fascinated with the similarities between mammals; if man shared over 2/3 of his DNA with other animals, wouldn’t it make sense that they could become one creature? Human/animal hybrids were evoluntionarily inevitable as Michael saw it, and his neighbors’ intolerance disgusted him. He dreamed of owning an island where he could live alone, free to pursue his scientific endeavors away from prying eyes and judgment. As he was just a child, it would be years before he could make that a reality. In the meantime, Michael’s experiments progressed to the next phase; he moved into his mother’s basement and set up a lab. Soon thereafter, the neighborhood dogs and cats started disappearing. Nobody harassed young Michael after that.
If only he knew he’d one day grow up to be a morbidly obese Marlon Brando, maybe he would have made some different decisions.
LOL I know, wasn’t the movie just so awful? A much better book and one that raises a lot of interesting questions…thanks for stopping by:)
Fun one, Jen!
I finally felt inspired by something. I’ve been in a drought lately so I thought I’d let it fly.:) Thanks for stopping by.
Jen, I love how you just let your imagination take off with this! It always seems to start with cats and dogs. – Amy
Thanks, I have no idea why I immediately thought of Dr. Moreau, but it was fun. And yes, it always seems to start with cats and dogs. Then it’s downhill from there
I’ll bet they didn’t!
From stuffed animals to live ones. Guess we all start as children. A unique and entertaining take on the prompt.
Eugh, well I suppose in the name of science.
Great take on the prompt Jen, very entertaining
Nice story. Every mad scientist has to start somewhere.