And when the kindly XJs came across poor little Timmy, lost in the woods, they took him as their own and raised him.
The red XJ (pictured) took on the role of mother, and was often forced to protect Timmy from other members of the pack, who mistook Timmy's wide toddler eyes and baby-fat rolls for the ungainly body lines of a KJ.
Now 15 years old, Timmy speaks in "vroom, vroom" sentences, wobbles violently at 55 mph, and leaks from his rear main seal.