Having mutated into a beast with hairy palms br and fallen arches...Dr. Moreau beckoned me to join the others br For they too had long whiskers extending from cold noses br and their long teeth were stained red by the dye of bloody Mary... br Hunger and thirst controlled their emotions...It was only hunger br and the desire to eat your young before the age of two br that made us all kin in our kingdom by the sea... br To the outside world we were just savages...with no free will br But to the good Doctor we were his children br and he would lead us in activities like howling at the moon br or licking our private parts without guilt...he loved us and it showed br Nowhere else in the world could beasts like us br exist so cohesively within nature.... br I would have no need to evolve.....