Misc THE FAMILY

They were a mongoloid family to whom the idea of contact with water
outside of being caught in the rain, was a foreign one. They reeked
of sour milk and willful ignorance. Their slack jawed progeny destroyed
any family line they became entangled with, which fortunately or unfortunately
were few, for they were an inbred lot.
Those who knew them, and no one outside their clan knew them well, placed their
intelligence and ingenuity at the level of the lesser tool using primates. Being
unsophisticated and lacking any form of discretion, their faces were a panoply of
lust, fear and rage in various degrees and combination.
They did not worship the god of their neighbors but instead prayed to a jar they
claimed contained the “Tiny Boy”. And through an extension of this reverence, they
followed the wishes of the “Tiny Boy’s” mother, now bent and aged but far from frail.