Notes
Professor Dilligaf stared sternly at his skeptical Earth Science students.
"Yes, on the surface, it would appear to be an improbability--a self-cancelling anomaly, if you will," he said thoughtfully. "However, while a swamp is, in of itself, a noxious wasteland of putrification, unspeakable gangrenous rot, and festering decay, it can, in fact, become polluted."
A drumming silence fell over the classroom. Through an open window, the distant strains of a cell phone with a Beyonce ringtone drifted in.
Finally, a young man who rode a kick bike to class and wore duct-taped shoes said, "Like, how? I mean, whatever, but it seems random. Hello."
"How? HOW?," Dilligaf repeated, his eyes enraged, his comb-over wilting. "I will tell you how...."
Dilligaf's voice trembled to a whisper. He crouched low, glancing from student to student dartingly.
"By the nefarious infiltration of the Toothsome Burrhead and its mate, the Wild-Eyed Skink."
Some miles away, laughter, low and unpleasant, rumbled from the bowels of a dark valley.