Fud started out in life with two arms, an overly indulgent mother and a disinterested father. The only abnormality bestowed upon him at birth was that one of his nostrils was slightly larger than the other, a trait that might not have been noticeable if he hadn’t had such delicate pixie- like features. He was born Percy Bowman, and overall he appeared to be a fairly normal boy. He spent the majority of his childhood with his mother in the suburbs of Illinois, while his father drove around the greater Chicago area, building custom cabinetry for the booming restaurants and hotels by day and drinking away the nights.
Fud loved his mother. He loved his mother more than anything else in life; he loved her more than baseball, more than his bicycle, more than playing outside with the other neighborhood boys, who only let him around to tease him anyway. He loved his mother more than life itself because when he was around his mother it was always about HIM. Only she knew how smart he was. Only she knew how brave and strong he was. Only she understood that everyone should pay attention to him! Oh and how she did pay attention to him. She knew how to make everyday special, coming into his room to wake him up with kisses, asking what he wanted for breakfast (it was almost always pancakes) then when breakfast was over they would always play games like checkers or tic tack toe and Fud would always win, every single time every game he would win. Then she would make him a bologna sandwich for lunch, which he would eat in the living room while they watched Guiding Light together. Fud spent most afternoons following his mother around the house while she washed laundry, cleaned and started dinner all the while he would show her all the tricks he could do, like spin really really fast, or hold his breath for a real long time, and she would clap and smile and tell him that HE was the greatest. He believed her. He still believes her.
