In the, ehem, 70s I can remember my elementary school guidance counselor laying this huge mind____ on us with a story about they ugly baby naugas and how everyone happily slaughtered them for their "naugahide" but people would get all up in arms over the clubbing of baby seals because they were cute. Of course, the counselor dropped the bomb on us that we were actually sitting on naugahide cushions after just about everyone in the class pledged never to particpate in the harming of a nauga. I can still hear the wailing of 8 year old girls when I think back on that episode.Doesn't anybody care about the poor baby Tofus?
