"Beware the Maan, my son! The jaws that bite! The claws that catch!"
"Aw, dad! That's just an old tale!"
"Not so," said his mother. "Maan and Omaan were vicious creatures who enslaved our people and hypnotized us with their Las-Poitier Magic."
"Dad? What's a Las-Poitier?"
"A wand that shot a light into our eyes that drove us crazy. Now go to sleep."
Soon, the older kits were curled against each other, snoring softly. Their father padded over to their mother and gazed in pride as his newest six kits nursed quietly.
"They're almost done," she said, swiveling an ear toward the others. "Why do you tell them those stories? You know it makes them curious."
"Don't worry, my love. Curiosity hasn't killed anyone in my family for many years. Besides, we know that Maan and Omaan are just myths."
"Yes, dear." She twitched her tail. "Come to bed now. It's getting light out."
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