Loved this – Thanks Connie 👍😃
The following bit of fluff and nonsense was prompted by the first line. Once I had that, the rest of the story sort of followed.
Scrofulous Mudd was a dirty old man.
By that I mean he was an elderly man who sorted through the leavings in ancient privies and wrote highly boring papers detailing the history of what he uncovered. He kept himself moderately clean, and took baths every Saturday unless an additional effort was required, such as for his mother’s funeral.
I suppose his fascination with filth began with his elegantly disease-ridden name. His was a difficult delivery, and when the elderly volunteer came around asking about the new baby’s name, Maude Mudd was still a little out of it. A scholar of Roman Literature, what she had actually said was “Rogellus.”
The volunteer, a retired nurse of infectious diseases, had misunderstand her mumbled words. Thus, Scrofulous, or Scroffy, as…
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