Children of the Sun

“Get back in here and put your lotion on!” Naked Mole Rat yelled as his offspring sprinted out the door to play. “That’s why their grandmother knitted them sweaters. It’s a full moon, you idiots! Ought to sell them to a lab is what I ought to do. Bah! Precious, little things their mother calls them.”

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