There’s A Secret Living In Our Library’s Basement, And Only My Mom And I Know The Truth

As I rushed to the cot, I looked down at what my mother had thrust into my hands, unable to tell what exactly it was. But then, as I set it down on the bed, its four legs unfurled and I gasped.

It was a tiny, miniature version of our own creature, with soft, downy, black fur and skinny, trembling legs. It, too, had a belly that opened into a mouth, but it was missing the sharp teeth I knew it would grow eventually. Once I set it down, it rolled over onto its torso and stretched before snuggling into the bed. It didn’t cry, it didn’t shriek for its mother – it simply hunkered down and waited for its siblings to be born.

That was when we learned our creature wasn’t an ‘it,’ but a ‘she.’

And she was having babies.

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There were ten babies in all.

It seemed impossible that so many babies could fit inside anyone, even our hulking guardian, but then again, our guardian had fattened up quite a bit to carry the babies. By the time my mother pulled the tenth out – the runt of the litter, its legs remaining wrapped around itself in terror even as I placed it with its siblings – her body had deflated back to its normal size.

For a few moments, my mother and I were silent, alternately staring at our creature and her children.

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