BLM 1.1.4
MEAGER MAROON CAPUCHIN
(Transmogrified from an original manuscript)
Back in the annals of history, in a fantastic era not marred by chronology, a quaint specimen of a duo-legged species of mammal inhabited a diminutive dwelling in a spacious sylvan area. Accompanying this minute example of pre-adolescence was a sample of the same species. She held a much more advanced magnitude of maternal experience, and was responsible for the bearing of this slightly-cloned child who bore the same surname.
Early one forenoon, after a fortnight of weather requesting the material use of manufactured galoshes, the smallish female donned her marooned-tinted capuchin for which she enjoyed such local renown. Approaching the elderly widow who had bequeathed all her love and maternal care onto her tender offspring, Meager Maroon Capuchin uttered in a voice ever so tranquil, “Female sector of my parents, is it still your profound request that I retreat to the humble habitation of the similar relation to thee whom I am now addressing as thou art in thine own way to myself?” “Affirmative, said the spouse-lacking wench. I have also spent countless time-periods of toil preparing a willow constructed container laden with enriching produce and gradually-cured vintage wines for the pharmacological use of your grandmother. So, apprehend my oblong artifact and proceed in an orderly and direct fashion to the hinterland of those who need its contents. And with a graceful physical motion made by the mother using her mandible and maxillary tissues onto the flesh-covered cranial area of her child, Meager Maroon Capuchin was off.
Trouncing happily in an indirect linear passageway carving through the coniferous and deciduous homeland of many small herbivores, it took Meager Maroon Capuchin a long time to attain a place at her grandmother’s bedside. However, on attaining a point cutting her segmental path into two approximately equal sections, the tiny tarsal appendices of the wry heroine concluded their motion.
From behind his hiding location of a circular bark covered sapling laden with dark rusty orifices sprang in unmeasurable co-ordination, the physical presence of Canis Lupus. Meager Maroon Capuchin stared in awe as the opaque incisors used for carnivorous activity were flashed in her direction. Lupus then emitted a hearable wavelength from just below his epiglottal cavity. The snarling rascal of woodland prey, known by the elderly for his appendicular appendage of artifice then yielded, “Meager Maroon Capuchin, I have randomly chosen you as the next victim for my hydrochloric acids and gastro digestive fluids to savour. I admit cruelty but fall back on mine own natural instincts, which are beyond my powers of control, for any judicial accusations against my horrible hobby.
And with that summation of personal thought, Lupus pounced on his victim and proceeded to exercise his animal cravings.