The Life and Adventures of Randy Mesmer

BOY.


When Randy Mesmer was a sweet and innocent little boy, what he wanted more than anything was to get into the cage at the zoo with the bears.

Napping on the sofa in the afternoon sun, little Randy Mesmer daydreamed that those towering shaggy bears clutched him in their irresistible limbs, pressed him into their fur, and touched him with their heavy thudding paws.

Little Randy Mesmer incited no suspicion. “He does just love his teddy bear!” his mother said and bought him a grizzly just his size, with which he spent several years intertwined. He loved his teddy bear and his Frosted Flakes, which will make a boy swell at once into a mighty tiger upholstered with muscle and a huge set of gleaming jaws, as seen on TV.

Popeye was in the mix somewhere, as well as the Incredible Hulk, who swelled up so big his clothes tore apart.

His number one daydream, however, was of a solitary travler in the desert, scrawny and wretched, who comes across a gypsy witch who sees potential in him and gives him a vial of potion. The potion makes him bigger and stronger, bigger and bigger. Lying in the afternoon sun when he was supposed to be sleeping little Randy Mesmer imagined being big.

Does growth happen on its own? He wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Clutched his big stuffed bear, Randy Mesmer imagined every inch.