by blaze and corny
Friends and neighbors, we here of the family planning committee are honored and humbled by your presence. The graciousness of the Sundara allows us to meet here today: warm, comfortable, well-fed and well-protected. I need not remind you that I am sahib Vantii, chief coordinator of breeding protocol. My friends, help me to help you in our bimonthly familial reeducation; many memos have been left upon our doorsteps pleading for help in taking care of over-sized litters. Today we are here to discuss what steps you may take if you find that you have excess or unwanted kits. Please turn to page one of your papyrus booklets.
I need not remind you that litters are strictly constrained to the nation-wide limit of five kits per family and excess kits are to be swiftly dealt with under threat of withheld sustenance. This is mentioned in duplicate on the breeding request forms that you may have picked up from our hub office. If you find that your litter is undersized or suffer unexpected pre- or post-natal death then you may submit a new breeding request form, provided that living kits are accounted for.
On occasion there may be a member of your litter that you find does not please you, or does not adhere to social aesthetic and behavioral standards set for kits. These are tala, a waste product of a family. They are to be ascribed with the symbol of nadir (a ring with a diagonal slash through it, right to left) on the backs of both hands.
Parents are encouraged to take great precautions when ridding their burrow of tala. Improper disposal could alert stray dhelpra to the presence of your family, or neighboring families. The committee of family planning highly recommends disposal in the veldt, known territory of the thousand-teeth, the dhelpra. A fresh inscription of nadir into the back of the hand should attract any nearby dhelpra, so proceed with caution.
The committee of family planning politely reminds you that tala are not to be counted among family members when turning in your federal forms for social welfare and requests for grazing time allotment. You may count each bearer of the symbol of nadir on your population control sheet and will receive a reimbursement accordingly.
The committee of family planning is, as always, grateful for your cooperation and compliance.
If your litter falls under size constrictions and you have kits you do not wish to mark as tala, we recommend selling children with more spectacular mutations, such as albinism, to the Sundara. They will be well taken care of within the palace walls and are ensured a long life, so long as they are obedient.
The child will become a namra, one of the Sundara’s many pets. They will be a toy or a companion, whatever suits the need at the time. They no longer have complete control of their destinies, but as they are only a slight step above a tala, this is of no concern. They will be permitted personal pursuits of intellectualism and entertainment, but the wishes of the Sundara will always come first.
A namra will not be allowed to leave the palace at any time. They may not make contact with anybody outside of its walls. In time, the namra will learn to see the palace for what it is: their sanctuary.
I can see you, friends, shivering in your seats at the thought of these poor children condemned to such terrible fates, and I feel obligated to remind you: we are here to help you, and you must in turn help us. The life of a kit is an uncertain thing, and not every kit will have the remarkable privilege to grow up to be a noble Lapittus. We must keep our families and warrens strong and pure, and this is capable only through a firm hand and a discerning eye. With your help the Sundara can keep our fledgling nation strong. Good fortune will shine on those who see fit to aid us.
Do not spare idle thoughts for these abandoned kits, barely Lapittus, who would be doomed to brutal lives if not for swift and merciful intervention.
I ask of you, neighbors, what would you do? Born imperfect into a perfect race, with some ghastly mutation. With a coat whose sheen could never hope to compare to the brilliance of the coats of the Sundara. Crippled or incompetent or socially inept. I shudder myself to think of the reins of our race held by these creatures. I wonder, and I implore that you do, too: do they think? Do they bleed, should you prick them? Do they long for a more perfect race, like we do?
Do they dream?