We present Elmo! Part 1

Elmo walked into the room. With his feet facing outward as if he were a ballet teacher, his hands dangling and gesturing like those of a Muppet. The look on his face was sheer resentment, directed at the ignorant peasants, who had dared to demand his nearly royal attention. "Meow", exclaimed our illustrious hero, "Who wants me to eat their cat?" I think at this point we need to describe to you, our dear readers, the physical and emotional attributes of this man. He grew up, the son of Jewish immigrants from Russia and Poland, in a suburban Delaware blue-collar, mostly Jewish neighborhood. His father, Leon, a post-world war II disgruntled chemical engineer, and his mother, a pleasantly overweight housewife had 3 children. All of them rather strange, which greatly disappointed the father, a man who had hoped that his children would grow up to be the next Marxes, Einsteins, and Curies. Or in the worst case scenario - Henry Kissinger. The children appeared lazy, slow, and had very few friends. They all exhibited anti-social behavior and had a difficult time with the "concrete" sciences - math, physics, chemistry. They showed no passion for studying these, instead preferring to doodle away in their own worlds, hidden in the conclaves of their basement bedrooms. But one child stood out more than the others. Young Eliot's inexplicable laughter that seemed to come out of nowhere for no obvious reasons, his quirky remarks, the ability to amuse himself, and mutter under his breath <b>...</b>
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We present Elmo! Part 1