[GlukkonGluk]

Part I

Dax 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 plain, simple loincloth like the rest of his tribe, though there was always a part of him, a feeling that he could never explain, that wished he could wear more sensible clothes- some kind of suit, perhaps. 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 came as a shock when the tribes' shaman told him that he wasn't, in fact, a Mudokon at all. He was 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...