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| copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
“Quick she’s gone. Get up there”, I urge him on.
“Great, you have opposable thumbs, yet I
climb the trees,” he growls, “Why?”
“Because you are a midget Wookiee that was
supposed to protect me,” I reply feeling a tantrum coming on. Dear Lord not another one, my vocal chords
hurt intensely later on, I poop in my pants and that human shoves a pacifier in
my mouth. Next time I choose the life
forms.
Abandoned in this primitive planet we await
the promised rescue craft.
I hear a distant shout, “Mom that crazy dog
is up the tree again.”
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Witten for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
Dear Subruto,
ReplyDeleteA dog with an imagination. Cute. Or is it really an alien without thumbs?
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. Have updated the spelling so that the Wookiee reference is clearer http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Wookiee
DeleteCould be very vivid imagination or superior lifeforms trapped in inferior bodies.
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn. I guess if aliens didn't pick the right forms they might find it harder to get by too ;-)
DeleteI guess being an alien is all fun and games! :-)
ReplyDeletejanet
Isn't all fun and games. Sigh.
DeleteThanks Janet, maybe they just followed William Shatner's words “Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.”
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