Once upon a time there was a story which

Once upon a time there was a story which wasn't folded...

Then along came Brock, the story telling dog with a knack for adventure.

So Brock the tale-telling pup told the tale of Uncle Vernon's Tragicomical-Traveling Troupe & the time they came to a repressed & distant outpost where they put on a play about

a dog who wanted to become a cat but couldn't cause the dr. wouldn't give his OK.Something about his motter,that bitch!The play went bad,but Brock the pup

-a was a disgusting but original character. Brock the Pupa was this hairy, sack, with no face, but clearly something was living inside of it. Brock the Pupa loved

to wriggle & jiggle & wiggle. He was wriggling & jiggling & wiggling when a sparrow plucked him from the leaf he was glued to! Brock the Pupa wriggled & jiggled & wiggled while

sun suddenly disappeared & the moon turned blood red. Brock the Pupa stopped wriggling. Silence descended over all the earth. A voice like iron spoke," Your metamorphosis is finish

school, metaphorically speaking." The voice sounded self-satisfied with its observation. 'Wait a sec -- let me jot that one down." Brock the Pupa was irked by the faceless voice,

but a moment in the overworld was enough to locate the faceless tormentor, and Brock the Pupa pulled him into the dark cell of his confinement. Brock circled him, gloating now

that his transformation into Brock the Butterfly had begun. "You have pulled the wings off one of my people for the last time," he growled. "Take your magnifying glass and begone!"