Well at long last our good name has been rectified after all this talk about troubles in our family with the children not growing,driving the car at too young of an age, Mrs Jingles being distracted and our family possibly being reported to Mouse Protective Services. My adoptive mother was telling these suspicions to one of the coaches and to her great credit she ( Elsa) did some investigating.
I am passing on her note to my adoptive mother:
Elsa wrote:
"I came home and did some "mouse" research last night, and am feeling very defensive on behalf of our dear friends, The Jingles. It would seem that we humans may be guilty of gross prejudice and bias based on what we do in our culture. Shame on us! We coaches, of all people, should be aware of cultural differences, as well as the possibility of genetic differences!
It was my thought to write a letter, from The Jingles, explaining the unusual circumstance of the diminutive size of their children (a genetic anomaly, because both of the Jingles, Sr., carry a recessive gene relating them to the African Pygmy Mouse who grows to be only 1.2 to 3.1 inches tall, etc.). Also, unknown to us, or even to Mr. Jingles himself, he had been born in a research lab and his beautiful white coat is attributable to the fact that he is what is known as a "knockout" in lab terms.
All on their own, these poor, dear friends of ours have discovered this, while having to hear the criticism, innuendos and inferences of possible misconduct from those of us who had originally befriended them, and still claim to be their friends.
Some of the things they shared with me, more related to differences in their culture, and growth patterns, are that their children were fully mature and ready to start their own families when they were only 50 days old! So, when you found the youngsters in the car, they were actually mature (though extremely small for their age) adults. They, as well as their parents, were aware of their small size, and soon discovered that they could not possibly drive the car, even though it had been their hope to reach the University of Mouseville Research lab to try to find answers for their small size.
Instead, when we were not at work, the parents had to try to find information by looking for a computer that had still been left open, and then as a team, manage the keys to send and receive messages to help them find both resources and answers for their plight.
All this time, they were in great fear that their children might be taken away from them by the very people they trusted most --- well meaning, but uninformed friends, Us!
Now that they have found the answers themselves, the children (now young adults) are anxious to move on with their lives, and both want to go away, permanently, to be a part of research studies that can help both their dwindling numbers of African Pygmy Mice in Southern Angola, Zimbabwe and the northern part of South Africa, and their human friends. They are asking for our help to get the young people to the University of Mouseville Research lab in Zimbabwe.
Also, because of the research they have done, the Jingles have decided that they will never have any more children. Sad as that makes them, the launching of their children into their own lives, will allow the Jingles to travel together, or separately again without criticism.
They do understand our concerns for their children, and harbor no hard feelings, though they were deeply hurt. They realize that we were all going through very strained times at work ourselves and just forgot to "think outside the box" where they were concerned. They are most grateful for the life we have given them, which may allow them to live twice their normal life expectancy of 2 years. By our generosity in providing a safe living environment for them, free of disease, and with ample amounts of food for them to forage, they have a good chance of living to be 4 years old, or perhaps even a little older. The children, too, by going to a research center will also have the advantage of a safe environment and the possibility of a longer life span.
So, all-in-all, we have a happy resolution to the problem that was troubling us, and we and our small friends can resume our "happy travels". Mr. and Mrs. Jingles are very much looking forward to attending Steph and Felix's party, and Mrs. Jingles is hoping that I will make her a new cocktail party dress --- if they are invited.
I hope this puts your mind at rest about the children. I admit, you had really caused me to question what was going on, but having worked with married students from the middle east, I had noted some significant cultural differences. Also, I had worked for Graff Auction company, and my boss, Judd, and his wife, Deann, had two beautiful little children, both of whom had been born deaf.
It turned out that both Judd and Deann had a genetic defect that caused the deafness. If they had married anyone other than who they did choose the resulting children would not have been deaf. Judd and Deann have dedicated great amounts of time, money, and other resources to furthering cochlear implants, and a school in St. Paul for children learning to talk and function with what they can hear with this wonderful scientific breakthrough.
I do hope this puts your fears to rest, and that we can all regain the joyful relationship we had with the Jingles. We had such a great trip to Wisconsin with both of them last year, and they still talk fondly of all the things they did with us, but most especially about the wonderful treats they were able to share from the breakfast --- and the humongous Cheese!