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I am still remembering that first meeting with the infamous Dr Moreau, we were standing together there on the beach of what was his private island, in essence an asylum for those who were what he thought of as his scientific triumphs as well those who would have him cease his experiments, they becoming then as his pets. I became as one of his pets!
The doctor a citizen of France, his island was one of those of French Polynesia, and my job was to check on his strange scientific claims he made to the Academy of Science. According to his wildest claim of discovering a plant that from its juices came an extract what held wondrous properties, the least of these could evolve a man physically, making a meager worker into a strong and well able, healthy attribute to society.
And yes he did have the knowledge and on his island the power of a god over both man and or beasts. It was of the latter, the beasts that he liked to gloat, finding particular glee with demeaning words that the poor animals seemed to know they were in disfavor of the doctor.
What began as a simple fact finding mission for the Academy became a life-long travesty, the kind what has happened a dozen of more times on this enchanting as horrific isle.
Odd, the mind what was human as was the body, the doctor changes the outward body to meet the requirements he sets forth. As in my case, he wished to exemplify my lack of understanding his higher ideals of where science can lead society. I saw his blandishments he did to the occasional visitor coming to his island kingdom, and quite personally I found it disagreeable to my moral ethics.
The one such sad situation he deemed as prophetic for Miss Angela, she some daughter of a guest scientist who came to visit and inquire about the special properties of the plant extract. He, I was told many times was as much an ass as was I, we being of the mind the doctor was insane with power, as absolute power corrupts absolutely!
Miss Angela loved her father, and was, until properly prepared to be of service to the doctor and his uproarious needs, he made of her his own house maid, lover, and she the essence of a Angora goat Satyress.
Beguiled and behooved, she became by way of some unexplained drug as a willing recipient of liking life living it as would a thing part human enough to service the doctor and part animal to act immorally provocative to any and all who were male.
It was from there my situation only got worse, and in time, a week later, I awoke strapped securely to the laboratory examination and surgical table he used, prepared with an I.V. inserted into my neck, as the good doctor stood gleefully eying his newest pet. Pet, as you can see what he thought of my lack of understanding became the reason for me to be as he figuratively saw me, me being now a donkey Jackass, a stud breeding donkey, driven by smells and scents to rut and run wild.
I tend to embarrass myself before visitors, and stand looking back at people laughing, I knowing that it likely some or all of them might well soon join me as herd members.
So now you too know why this enchanting island is as Hell on earth! You were stunned to have heard a donkey able to speak, to talk, and understanding his situation, he deals with what each new day brings his way. My suggestion to you is to return to the compound and be as mindful and agreeable to whatever the doctor says is righteous. Do not cause and argument, as they who do, end up feeling more like as Ass then they ever imagined would be possible.
Written by Vaulthurst
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