Doctor Huntington Wilson was an
undersized physical specimen, not unlike the
great French painter and graphic
artist, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, in size. He spent an
inordinate portion of his time
conducting research and experimentation with animals. As
might be expected, he was especially
interested in growth, development, and nourish-
ment, hoping his findings would
be applicable to human beings in the not too distant
Huntington's wife, Maggie, like
her husband, held a Ph.D. in Biochemistry.
She loved her husband, but was
opposed to any cruel treatment of laboratory animals.
Recently Huntington had successfully
compounded a complex drug that showed
great promise. It appeared to
have some effect on rate of growth. He was using a
mongrel dog as his lab animal,
and had been injecting the dog with the serum daily,
increasing the dosage, ever so
gradually. The unfortunate creature grew progressively
smaller, and as it did an intense
hatred for the doctor developed. The laboratory animal
would utter forth a menacing growl
in the doctor's presence, but the scientist had had the
foresight to shackle and muzzle
the creature to prevent any problems the animal might
introduce. As the days passed,
the dog grew smaller and smaller, so small, finally, that
the growls became high pitched
and barely audible. The lab animal finally became so
minute that shackles and a muzzle
could no longer be used. Doctor Wilson was obliged to
imprison the little fellow in
a tiny bird cage.
As these stages of the experiment
developed, Maggie Wilson tried to learn from her
husband the exact manner in which
the animal was being treated experimentally.
She would query her husband as
follows: "Is the dog healthy, Huntington?"
And he would respond, "Yes, the
basement is well ventilated and the animal gets
fresh food and water every day."
"What are you doing to the dog?
Is it cruel and unusual treatment," asked Maggie.
His wife was a lovely woman of
Spanish descent and he loved her dearly.
"I can't tell you the details
at this point in the research, sweet Maggie, because of
conditions dictated by the funding
"Are you imposing unpleasant conditions
on the animal my handsome Huntington?"
"I can't really satisfy you on
that question, my dear," and he kissed her and held her,
stroking her shoulders and her
She gave in then, melting at his
touch, vibrating with desire. She took his hand and
pulled him toward the bedroom.
They were in there for two hours. Maggie never felt
better at any time in her life
than when Huntington made love to her. He seemed to be a
master of myriad and diverse love-making
techniques, even though he was much smaller
than most men and was not particularly
athletic. The soft gentle touch and his charisma
were part of his secret. All thoughts
of cruelty to animals were pushed from her mind
when Huntington took her in his
arms and she soon arrived at the point where she didn't
want him to stop.
Huntington was equally affected
by Maggie. Even her sheer presence, together with
the touch from her warm hands,
led to a case of trembling loins and all thoughts of his
research flew from his mind.
When Maggie attended high school
her best friend was an attractive blonde with a
stunning smile who later became
the famous singer and movie actress, Doris Ray. She
and Doris had kept in touch ever
since high school and they presently corresponded
mainly by e-mail. When Doris retired
from show business, she became involved in
humane treatment of animals. She
started off in a small way, fetching cats from along
roadsides. Her involvement grew
rapidly, however, and she presently headed up The
Doris Ray Animal League. This
organization is a nonprofit , national, citizens, lobby-
ing organization which focuses
attention on issues involving the humane treatment of
Maggie communicated her concern
regarding her husband's treatment of the lab
animal to Doris Ray whose reply
was: "When did you last see the dog?"
Maggie said, "It has been several
months. My husband is rather secretive about his
work in the lab."
Doris said, "Well, you have no
strong reason to think that the animal has been mis-
treated, have you? I wouldn't
worry about it any longer if I were you. A more important
issue is that you and Huntington
are in love with one another." Maggie took Doris's word
From time to time when Doris Ray
visited Maggie she would slip down to the lab-
oratory when Maggie was engrossed
in computer work. Doris would comfort the dog
and sing to it, although she was
upset by its size and imprisonment. "Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be," she
Maggie's curiosity began to gnaw
at her again. One night after she and Huntington
had made love she slipped out
of bed and located the key to the lab. On entering the lab,
she was shocked to discover that
the dog was so small and was held in captivity.
Employing her own scientific training,
Maggie analyzed the serum her husband had
concocted and synthesized the
components, thereby creating a new serum that would
reverse the growth process. In
a sense her creation was the very result the doctor had
sought, since it would enlarge
the size of the animal, and might eventually apply to
human subjects. Unfortunately,
she underestimated the drug's potency.
By mistake, Huntington had failed
to lock the cage door earlier that evening. Soon
after Maggie left the laboratory
and climbed the stairs to the house, the dog threw its
almost negligible weight against
the cage door and freed itself. Three short leaps and
the dog had scattered chemicals
and upset racks of test tubes. The result was a small pool
of bright red liquid, a very strong
dosage of the serum which Maggie had created.
When Doctor Wilson entered the
laboratory the next morning he became, as was
usually the case, temporarily
blinded by the change in light intensity. He unexpectedly
struck his head against some solid
object upon passing through the doorway. A deafening
growl shook the laboratory and,
as his eyes became adjusted to the light, he saw that the
dog's enormous jaws were holding
the limp, lifeless body of the famous singer and
movie star, Doris Ray.
H. Williams 2003