Chuck had always known he was a little different from the other Mudokons. He could never join in with the Group Meditation, and he always felt uneasy with the whole "one with nature" thing...he felt an odd, intinctive urge to tear Nature down and get filthy rich...Still, he was happy, and had good friends amongst the Mudokon kids. About a head taller than the Mudokons, Chuck wore a business suit that Gob had somehow procured during one of his infrequent forays into Industrial territory rather than the loincloth the others used. He had breathing problems- not surprising, as he had been born with a cigar in his mouth, and the only time he had taken it out since was to replace it. Chuck always needed somebody to help him whenever arms or hands were needed, for his were always busy wearing shoes and walking for him. No, despite all this, it still became a shock when the tribes' shaman told him that he wasn't, in fact, a Mudokon at all, but a Glukkon, found by Gob in the forest. The Shaman told Chuck everything- how Gob had brought Chuck to him, how the Shaman had decided to raise him as his own, and then the Shaman told him his destiny...
To be continued...