“tell us,  please, doctor, the reason or cause,
why our bundle of joy is just a bundle of gauze.”

“my diagnosis,” he said, “for the better or worse,
is that your son is the result of an old pharaoh´s curse.”

(…)

It was late in the day—just before dark.
Mummy boy took his dog for a walk in the park.

The park was empty except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party of an mexican girl.

the boys and girls had started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like papier mâché .

“Look, it´s like a pinata,” said one of the boys,
“lets crack it wide open and get candy and toys.”

they took a baseball bat and whacked open his head.
Mummy boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead.

Inside of his head were no candy or prizes,
just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Taken from TIM BURTON´S short story “MUMMY BOY“.
Abstract from a book, called “THE MELANCHOLY DEATH OF THE OYSTER BOY & OTHER STORIES”

MORNING PASSAGES