Silly Stories:  Generic Fox

      Dr. Matimento enjoyed stormy nights such as this.  The lightening crashed all around his castle, being picked up by the small collection of Lightening Rods the professor had installed to protect the old building from a lightening strike.  These rods also served a second purpose; deep below the castle grounds was a secret lab and the power from the lightening was held in an array of gigantic capacitors hidden within this lair.  The power stored would be called upon soon, for Dr. Matimento had been working on a little project, and this lightening storm was going to complete the final piece in the puzzle.
      “At last," he laughed, with a child-like glee spread all over his face, not unlike jam on white bread.  “Soon, my pretty shall rise.  Just one good bolt tonight should be enough to bring life to my project."
      As if Mother Nature had heard him, a large yellow flash crashed in to the largest of the lightning rods.  Almost instantly a loud siren bellowed out around the castle and hazard lights started their menacing cycle.  Giant machines covered in lights, diodes, voltmeters, and an assortment of dust and biscuit crumbs hummed as they took the electrical energy and processed it in to something Dr. Matimento would find more useful.  As this was happening, the professor danced around his laboratory, laughing in his high-pitched “I'm an insane genius" style laugh.  A bolt of electricity arched from the top of one machine, flying along specially placed runners before crashing down on to a different, smaller machine.  There was a small explosion noise before everything fell silent.
      Restraining himself for a moment, the mad professor walked over to the smaller machine and opened a small flap on the side.  Black smoke poured out of it, followed by a small escape of acrid smelling white smoke.  A small pouch of tin foil, no bigger than a dinner plate followed the smoke.
      “Eegor!"
      “You called sir?"  As if out of nowhere the hunchbacked form of Eegor appeared in the doorway.  His slow and far too monotone, voice drummed out around the room like a teenager with a bad temper.  Dr. Matimento wiggled his little finger in his left ear to stop it ringing.
      “I have finally done it," he exclaimed, addressing his homemade servant.  “After all these nights of planning, building and waiting...  The moment has passed and my calculations were perfect."  The professor could not resist rubbing his hands together with glee, as if trying to wash an imaginary trace of soot from them.  Anything to fit with the mad scientist stereotype.  “I began to think I could never make it, but tonight has dispelled all of my fears for within this piece of tin is my newest creation."
      “What have you made, sir?"
      “I made your voice box too dull for one.  Tonight Eegor," Dr. Matimento said as he unwrapped his little package, “I have made…  Toast!"  Eegor was suitably unimpressed at the slice of toasted bread. 
      "Would have been quicker under the grill, sir"
      “Oh, poo pooh to you too," the scientist retorted, “where's your sense of adventure?  Wait, I never gave you one.  Figures.  How is my other project coming in Lab two?"
      “Opened its eyes while you were… cooking."
      “How is it you're picking up sarcasm faster than you're picking up French?  Never mind.  To Lab two!"

       Lab two was not unlike lab one in terms of biscuit crumbs, but this lab contained a table as a centrepiece.  Strapped to the table was a creature that could be described only as a cartoon fox.  It was a horrific, but oddly cute half-fox, half-human with a cute little podgy belly and large cute eyes.  Overall, it was very cute.  The tip of its tail wagged slightly when Dr. Matimento tickled the creature under the chin.  As Eegor released the straps, the professor helped the fox in to a sitting position.
      “Look Eegor, he's complete.  Able to breathe on his own, the ability to think, feel, love…  Everything!  For the sake of argument, he is human."
      The fox, not understanding a word, tilted his head to the side slightly and stared at Dr. Matimento.
      “Meep?"  Even the fox's voice was cute.  The professor melted and hugged his creation, tears of joy streaming down his face.  The fox giggled and tried to lick the ears of his new friend.  Eegor left the room, his level of cute thoroughly breached.
      “I shall name you Eric," smiled Dr. Matimento.  “The next gen. Eric Fox.  Next, I shall make you a mate."
      Eric smiled at his creator.  He didn't know what was going on, but he figured he had a lot to learn.  He knew he was going to like living in the place he had found himself, and that he was going to lead a long and happy life.

Silly Stories: Generic Fox

9^th September 2003 – Edited 17^th February 2013