Dr. Helena Slogar was desolate. Her darling, beloved Melissa was dead. It was all that dog’s fault. Continue reading
Melissa Slogar laid sideways across her bed and stared up at the underside of her lacy pink canopy. She was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. The house was so empty these days. There was no one to play with, nothing to do. Her mother was hardly ever home and there was no one else left. They didn’t even have those awful parties anymore because practically everyone else was dead, which was so boring. Dead people were boring. Her mother was boring. This empty house was boring. Boring boring boring. Continue reading
Melissa Slogar sat Grogar the teddy bear carefully down in the corner of the old bench by the lake, then sat down on the other end of the bench, as far from the teddy bear as she could get while still technically sitting with the bear. After weeks in the prison infirmary the doctors had concluded that whatever the teddy bear had once been, he was now no more than an inanimate object. Continue reading
Tragedy shook the beleaguered Slogar family this week.
Professor Helena Slogar, continuing her quest to create the perfect husband for her daughter, Melissa, obtained a remarkably fresh brain for Grogar the teddy bear. A healthy young man from a good family who lived in the neighboring town died suddenly from a tragic . . . accident. Continue reading
Things went badly the last time Professor Helena Slogar implanted a brain in Grogar the teddy bear, her beloved daughter Melissa’s husband-to-be. But Professor Slogar has had some time to ponder her problems, and she believes she has the answer. She needs to be more discerning about the brain she uses. Perhaps a brain that’s fresher. Certainly she needs one that is not diseased. But how to find such a perfect specimen? Continue reading