Once upon a time there was a bashful cat named "Neutron." He had so many fingers! And a tail! No, 2 tails! They were prehensile! Not like other cats's's tails! 

Neutron was fun. I miss Neutron. He died in the nucular apocalypse. So did most of my brain mass. No, wait, he didn't die. He was created.  Then he died. From the cylons. I want a prehensile tail. And a neutron bomb. Not a bomb made out of neutron but like a bomb with neutrons in it that go all kaboom! and cause another apocalypse and then maybe I'd have another cat with all sorts of extra fingers and a prehensile tail and he wouldn't be dead and that'd be cool.

What were we talking about?  Did this start as a fairy tale? Then it needs a moral because fairy tales need morals.

Don't do drugs.