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he wasn´t a soft and pink with a fat little tummy;
he was a hard and hollow, a little boy mummy.

“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

this is a wonderful book published by Die Gestalten Verlag. Edgar Allan Poe is one of the most important american writers and was a considered part of the American Romantic Movement. best known for his mystery and macabre short storys and poems his imagination comes to life in this amazing book.  the illustrations, done by great artists combined with ten short story masterpieces send a shiver down my spine and make me loving it.