Daily Prompt: Where are the roots?

River Aar 12.04 (14)

And another week began for the medicine students, studying the science of genetic origins. It was a first year class and tbey had a lot to learn. Professor Planck greeted the class.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Today we are continuing on the invesitagtions of the origins of life. We all want to know where we come from? Yes Drago?”

“Mum and dad said it was better when we didn’t know and they were not very happy about sending  a sample of my blood to the DNA laboratories last week.”

“No problem, Drago, the results of the DNA tests from the complete class have already been received and in today’s lesson we will take a closer look.”

“Sir, my parents also found that a blood examination is not necessary. They said we are all equals, and it really should not be important to examine our blood.”

“Yes, Jabba, I know, but it is all in the name of science. You cannot ignore the facts and you will all learn something from the results.”

And so Professor Planck discussed with the class members, one by one, the results of their blood examinations. There were some surprises when Joan discovered that her origins were somewhere in Kazakhstan, but she blamed it on grandfather Ivan that arrived in their country some time in the middle ages. It was obvious that Chan had traces of Asian origins and so the class were given the results of the DNA tests. It was a source of laughter, especially when Tracy discovered that he ancestory could be traced back to the times of Attila the Hun crossing the alps and she even had the Mongolian spot to prove it, but as it was in a place that was usually covered with clothing, she did not show it.

And so one by one the members of the class were released for the day, all excited about discovering more about themselves. Only Drago and Jabby were left. Professor Planck told them to wait.

“Is something wrong sir?” the two boys asked.”

“No not really boys, just a few anomalies I would like to clarify.

Drago your origins are somewhere in Eastern Europe I believe.”

“Yes sir, we originate from  a very old established family, in the Carpathian Mountains.  We can trace our roots back to the days of the wolves.”

“Yes Drago, that is the strange result of your blood examination. the DNA test results showed a mixture of various blood groups, actually all existing known blood groups and a trace of  animal blood, notably wolflike. Could this be the case.”

“It is possible. It is probably explained by the fact that on full moon nights my teeth grow somewhat longer, and we all like our meat cooked rare in the family, actually raw to be exactl. Dad often howls at the moon and mum and dad go for walks in the woods during the night. By the way dad also works in the medicinal branch.”

“Oh is he a doctor?”

“Not exactly, he does the night shift at the local blood bank which might explain the blood mixtures. I like to sample them now and again, especially if they are fresh. Can I go now Sir?”

“Yes and look after yourself, you are looking so pale today.”

“No problem, that is normal when I am exposed to so much daylight.”

“And now to you Jabba? We found some traces of chrorophyll in your blood, to the extent that it had a slightly green tinge to the colour.”

“No problem  Sir, it runs in the family. You would have to go back to the Ediacaran period of the earth development where our origins were established. The first in our family were Jabberwocks and had no bones. Over the years, due to mixed marriages with humans we became less brillig and were no longer bothered by the jubjub bird which became extinct due to the frumerous bandersnatch.”

“Sorry Jabba, but I cannot quite get the gist of this. Jabberwocks did not exist, they were a fictitious character invented by the writer Lewis Carroll.”

“Some things are not always as they seem. Great grandfather Lewis was one of the last Jabberwocks that originated in the mimsy borogroves. Unfortuantely they no longer exist as they built a motorway over them. Can I now go sir? My parents get anxious if I arrive home late, especially if I do not have my vorpal sword with me. The police confisticated it yesterday evening as they classified it as a lethal weapon.”

“Oh, I see, yes, yes you may go Jabba, but do not hop everywhere, walk  normally.”

“Of course sir, it is difficult when you have webbed feet.”

That evening Professor Planck did not sleep so well. It was a full moon night and he was sure he saw Drago hovering outside his bedroom window. In the morning there were strange footprints in the garden as if something with webbed feet had walked through the earth.

Daily Prompt: Where are the roots?

15 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Where are the roots?

    • Your neighbours are Jabberwocks or perhaps they also have a taste for raw meat. I would keep an eye on the situation, especially if you hear the flapping of wings on a full moon night.

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