Gok - sneak preview
Gok was a rather large baby. Even worse, he was one of those fetuses
who chooses to enter this world by beating a hole through its mother’s
abdomen. You would assume, that after having three other highly active
sons, his poor mother would have been used to this sort of behavior from
a prospective newborn. Yet, in Gok’s case, she was under the impression
that he might succeed.
Thus, his birth was a joyous occasion for his mother, who upon
his expulsion from her womb declared that she would never get pregnant
again. Her lack of resolve was appreciated by her next six offspring.
His first action foreshadowed his life’s vocation. Even before
his first breath, he showed his true champion form. He rewarded the midwife’s
fourteen hours of diligent attention with a swift kick catching to the
bridge of her nose, breaking it in three places. On the up side, when the
nose set it added curiosity to the old maid’s otherwise plain features
and allowed her to attract the attention of a well to-do widower who kept
her in comfort for the rest of her life.
Gok learned a valuable lesson here. Don’t kick the one that’s nearest.
Kick the hand that beat you. His next kick broke his father’s hand in three
places, which was all well and good for Gok, but, a constant remembrance
for his father who only did the deed to get his son to breathe.
After Gok took several shots at the people he was quickly passed
to in succession, he finely came to rest on a pile of straw.
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