zobo

Zobo.

Zobo was a little Martian man, and he lived out on the Martian plains. The plains were red and dusty, and dark mountains stood on the horizon. There were a lot of rocks and boulders and stuff. Zobo looked about at the pink sky, and shuffled his feet a bit. Then he danced a little dance.

It was the Sun-Catcher Dance, and he jiggled-jiggled a bit here, and he joggled-joggled a bit there. He shook his bums, and gyrated them about a bit, then he did another shlumba-khumba and he jumped the triggel-trosh. And so he joggled-joggled and he jiggled-jiggled as the rose-pink sun shone dimly above, and moved across the sky.

The dust-clouds were spread out in thin layers, and still Zobo danced his little dance. He danced because he was all alone up here. The whole Martian world belonged to him. He was Zobo of the Martian plains, and he was the free Sun-Catcher. Jiggle-jiggle, joggle-joggle, and still he danced.

Nightfall was drawing near, and silhouetted against the skyline one could still see Zobo gyrating his bums and doing his jiggle-joggle Sun-Catcher dance. He would dance like this all night under the Martian moons, because it was that season of the year.

Jiggle-jiggle, joggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle; and still he danced and danced and danced…

The End.