In 1191, on the rough coast of Jellyfish Cove, Newfoundland, an Archaic itinerant wolf shearer was trolling the beach for fresh lumpkins when he noticed a small parcel bobbing in the surf. Wrapped in the center of a series of Matryoshka muslin nesting diapers was an infant, identified by his luggage toe tag as Thaddius Locomotia Paradox. The only clue to his origin was a tattered customs sticker from the lost continent of Mu on his bum. The wolf shearer, who with his wife had lost their assorted children to a Viking belly-button lint blue-light special swap, raised young Thaddius as their own.
These were happy times for young Thaddius, who discovered within himself a talent not just for Wolf Whipsering, but also for Wolf Stage Whispering. His only disappointment was his lack of success in teaching wolves sign language whispering.
His foster parents, dismayed by the influx of Puritan European Settlers and the accompanying decrease in property values, decided to to take a ice floe Carnival cruise of the pole and were after wards lost to the historical record. Thaddius, dedicated to his a’shearing, decided to stay behind.
As Thaddius grew into manhood, he shed his final layer of muslin diaper and set off to make his fortune. Migrating unsteadily south, he discovered the Northern Lights existed when he could no longer see them at night.
Future generations of Paradoxs followed, whether by hewing a living in the wilderness by leaving everything around them untouched, or being relentless peace monger slapstick Vaudevillians. There has been a Paradox settling in everyone of the lower forty-eight states of consciousness, a record anticipated to be memorialized with a tasty chocolate frosting at any moment now.
Generations of high powered prototype mutants later, The Good Doctor Cygnus Paradox was born to a random configuration of a nuclear free family tree, then brought up in flagrant disregard of his delicate sensibilities. Upon completing his scholarly pursuits in glitz fixing and rust repairing, he was awarded a Doctorate in Thinkology from Bo Diddly Tech.
Smitten with the Lovely Lynnaea, he handfasted with her and moved to an area the Cherokees consider sacred, the Medicine Hills. They share their lives with friends and family near and about and live in contentment with the wee ones who abide on the hills around them.
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