The afternoon was a dismal one. Dark, murky clouds were pouring out sheets of rain heavily on the Trunchbull residence.

The Trunchbulls owned a grand, but very gloomy Victorian. It was slate-gray, with a large porch and white windows. However, a flowerbed of bright blue lobelias and daisies looked cheerful and well-kept.

Inside of the house, in the vast upstairs hallway, Theodore Trunchbull was pacing nervously. Occasionally, he glanced at his bedroom door. On the other side, his wife Elizabeth was giving brith.

Minutes later, there was a loud wail. Then the doctor-Dr. Briggs-opened the door. "You have a strong, healthy daughter," the wizened old man beamed.

Theodore rushed into the room. There, in the bed, lay Elizabeth holding a large bundle. She turned the baby to him unsmilingly. Theodore halted.

The baby did not remotely look like him or his wife. Theodore had black hair, clear blue eyes, a fine nose and sweet mouth. He also ad nicely modelled features. Elizabeth had dark-blonde hair, dark-blue eyes, a straight nose and prim mouth. She had delicate, porcelain skin.

The baby, on the other hand, had dark-brown hair. Her blue eyes were faded, and she had a crooked nose and lopsided mouth. Her face was rather pouchy, as well as her arms. Only one thought came to Theodore, and he whispered it aloud.

"What an ugly baby!"

Then, catching his wife's eye he inquired, "W-What shall we name her?"

"Agatha," replied Elizabeth. Secretly, she felt the same way as Theodore. "It's the perfect name for her."

(A/N: Sorry it's so short, but the other chapters will be longer. This is just the prologue. Please review.)