Friday Funny: The Miracle of Birth

 Caution: This is an attempt at Humor. 

There is no guarantee of success. 

While in Southampton, we witnessed a rare and exotic phenomena, something rarely witnessed outside of Oxfordshire, the miracle of birth of an exotic species. Our timing was pure luck, we had no idea when our ship moored that the delivery would happen just across the street and was imminent, let alone that it would go on for hours. 

The reproductive process starts vast distances away. Elves in Hollow Trees forge and finish parts. Gnomes quietly form body parts in the dark of night, with squirrels and ravens hiding them away before the light of day.  Some internal organs come from abroad, places Englishmen find foreign and exotic. The mating takes place in private, behind closed doors, in a location near lots of highly educated professors and students hoping to lead the free world someday. Gestation takes time, hours, weeks, months no one knows for sure. They enter the birth canal and move slowly through it. Hundreds even thousands of them inching along.  

Then it happens, one by one, one right after another, they emerge, like piglets from a sow. It is an awesome sight, new life beginning. Their coats shining and reflecting the light of day for the first time, their headlights flashing like eyes seeing sunlight for the first time, their flashers flashing signs of life. Some go right, some go left, some make a sharp U-turn, others straight ahead.  All will need to feed soon, or die. Some will spend their lives near where they are hatched, others will immediately board ships and venture far from the land of their birth for exotic lives in places like Chicago, and Phoenix. 

The birth of Mini Coopers