Wee the People

I always rant about purpose for living and if certain life forms actually have a purpose. This rant is specific. At this time I would like to attack a specific life form... Midgets, Dwarfs, Little People, Hobbits, Trolls, whatever you like to be called. Honestly, why are your knee caps on the back of your legs? This goat like feature is a scientific marvel. Does it give you a better vertical so you can reach the mailbox? Why don’t you have any fore arms? It looks as if your chubby little cookie grabber hands are attached to your elbow’s. When I think or hear the term biological anomaly, you are the first THINGS that come to mind. I have seen show after show on T.V. telling the life story of some poor unfortunate pigmy that is tired of being stared at and labeled…Get used to it and stop complaining…For centuries your kind has been a topic of humor and ridicule. It’s never going to change unless you do. You are a race of creepy little bottom dwellers that should be examined and genetically altered to normal specifications. I actually got into an argument with one of your kind as a teenager working in a supermarket in TN. I was bagging groceries when I looked up and saw “it”. It was maybe 3 or 4 ft tall and had a gigantic snow man size melon attached to a creepy little frame. Naturally I looked at it as if it was a train wreck… I couldn’t take my eyes of it. Finally it must have noticed me staring in aw at it, and then it spoke…English! It said ”What the hell are you looking at?” Just bag my food and carry my stuff to the car.” So I complied with its request and carried the grocery bags, which I assumed were full of rabbit food or some form of pellitized fodder. After I was done putting the bags in its huge conversion van with all kinds of electronic aids so it could operate it, the creature spoke again…”You are just as weird for me to look at as I am to you.” This as you know is impossible. I am certainly not as difficult on the eyes as some tiny little fraction of a human. I know you can’t help being the way you are and for that I truly feel for you…but don’t take out your genetic misfortune on me Froto.