Seymour Proves His Mother Wrong. By CpSingleton © 2016
Once upon a time there lived a strange nocturnal being called Seymour Moonlight.
As a young being, in his family cave, he yearned to be able to play in the daylight, but his mother always told him no.
When pressed for her reasons to deny him his moment in the sun his mother would fill his head with nightmare images. Her stories always ended with inquisitive Nocturnes ending their big adventure by bursting into flames and dying horribly.
Then one day, when he was old enough to follow his own destiny he decided to test her theory out for himself.
Wrapped in a flame through cape, which he purchased from eBay for three moths and a glow worm, he stepped carefully out of the cave.
To his utter amazement he found that he didn’t burst into flames, after all. Therefore he pushed his way through the undergrowth that surrounded the family dwelling.
Due to the cape slipping over his head he did find it difficult to see exactly where he was going, but he still didn’t find his temperature rising in any way whatsoever.
Eventually he stepped out of the thorny bushes and on to a solid black, rock-like pathway.
It was strange trail to his feet. It seemed to buzz away to itself in a queer fashion.
Over the next few moments, as he stood on the trail experiencing the buzzing in the soles of his little leather feet, he also noticed that it seemed to be accompanied by a deep hum that grew louder in tandem with the intensity of the strange buzzing.
His curiosity peaked, he lifted the cape from his head and was fearfully shocked to find that he still didn’t burst into flames.
He did, however find himself painfully and fatally splatted by a huge, strange beast with four wheels for legs and a heavy metal skin.
His last thoughts were, apart from a high shriek that he didn’t know his larynx could reach:
“Ah! I knew mother was wrong!”