It's an old cliche where a baby is abandoned on a doorstep...
There was a knock at the door, and the dogs in the back yard barked like bad."Shut up," said Arthur. "It's not dinnertime yet."
The dogs barked louder.
Arthur walked to the front door, and opened it. When he looked down, he saw a baby in a basket.
No note.
"You don't have a name?" said Arthur. "Let me think of a name for you..."
Arthur picked up the basket, went to the back yard, and tossed the baby to the hungry dogs.
"Your name is dinner," said Arthur.
Arthur put the basket in the bathroom to store magazines.
