Mismatched Evolution

In this funny world, evolution has become a day to day way of life, and the mismatching of species is a common though sometimes adventurous process. The style of writing and language in this story is one that I am just beginning to explore and play with, so let me know your response.

"Do not alarm him."

Harlow touched the ground with his fingers to balance his crouching form as his associate’s snout-like nose sniffed at the furry animal whose reputation for chaos was the cause for this ridiculous chase.

"He will bite."

Harlow gave his companion one of his exasperated damn-it-all expressions. "And how do I stop it from biting me?"

"Cover your delicious smell."

Harlow allowed the disgust to wrinkle his lip, and his manner of professionalism slipped for a moment of calculated repulsion. "And do I smell delicious?"

His slightly carnivorous friend shrugged his bony shoulders and scratched his nose with a single claw. "I wouldn't risk eating you."

"Some relief that brings," Harlow commented. "It sounds as if you have a better eye for nutrition than this disfigured creature whose tendencies you have described as biting when alarmed."

He gazed awkwardly back at the two yellow eyes, but the lack of intelligence that answered his questioning stare left an unsettling uneasiness akin to the response possibly experienced upon witnessing one’s own reflection fooling off without consent.

“You are closer to his species. What would it take to alarm a fellow like this?”

His companion sniffed. “A fellow like this does not need a reason. Truly, he is quite out of his mind like a moth out of a cocoon. There’s no going back.”

Harlow rather disliked this metaphor, but being a decent sport, he chose to express this opinion by suggesting an alternative. “I think he is more like a dragon out of his egg. There’s no going back, and there’s an awful lot of charging forward, and screaming, and roaring, and carrying on.”

But it was at this finely balanced moment that their cynical conversations were paused due to a motion from their cornered quarry.

“How will we know when he is alarmed?”

Harlow’s companion gave the polite equivalent to a snort, which came off as an amused huff followed by a preparatory breath with an obvious explanation hanging on the tip of a rather pointy tongue. “There is no analytical telling of such things,” he said in a scholarly voice. “Either he tries to kill you or not. Being alarmed is not a static state; it is more of an action.”

“What should we do if he is alarmed?”

Is alarmed?” asked Harlow’s peculiar friend. “I think you have misunderstood. Alarmed is more of an action. If he is, as you say, alarmed, then that relates to him alarming us. It is an action, and there is no step in between.”

“So if we alarm him, then we are really alarming ourselves?” asked Harlow. His poor mind was beginning to go in circles in preparation for an abrupt abortion procedure to escape the mental operations that often accompanied the exposure to long periods of his accomplice’s attempt at science.

“In fact,” his accomplice continued without mercy, “The alarming fact that allows his act of alarming to be, as you say, a state of alarm, is truly, in itself, a mechanism of the alarming action that we, in the first place, inflicted upon the mindless creature. And you could then say that the lack of mind in our quarry’s body is truly a reflex, or reflection if you will, of any danger we present.”

Harlow rubbed his brow. “I think you’re trying too hard to evolve.”

His accomplice shrugged. “Maybe you are devolving.”

Harlow frowned. The world was an upside-down place. But if he had to walk on his hands to stay upright, then he would do what was necessary. And that meant dealing with this reckless cross-breed whose yellow eyes watched their every move even now in this simple, contemplative moment.

“Well,” Harlow sighed, “I suppose we ought to take action. This dawdling will only give our creature friend more time to catch his breath.” He turned to his companion as an idea came to surface. “Your complicated reflection theory may come in handy after all. If we give him food, he will give us food.”

His companion chuckled. “And now I believe that you do not have a very good eye for nutrition.”

The two friends turned one last time to gaze upon their unruly foe before leaping forward in simultaneous motion.

The End

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