Larry and Mick and the Alien

 

“I’m an alien,” said the alien.

 

“No you’re not,” said Larry.

 

“You’ve just got green skin,” said Mick.

 

“But I’m an alien!” said the alien.

 

“Then prove it,” said Larry and Mick in unison.

 

The alien did a doing-a-poo face and levitated the cup off the saucer.

 

“Impressive,” said Larry.

 

“Ish,” said Mick.

 

“What do you mean, ‘ish’?” said the alien.

 

“We have seen many marvels,” said Mick.

 

“Such as?” said the alien.

 

Mick looked at Larry.

 

Larry shrugged.

 

“Forgot,” said Mick.

 

“But have you seen this...?” said the alien - who we shall henceforth refer to in the feminine pronoun, for the sake of gender equality (and because it was a lady alien).

 

She lifted her hand (which was just like a human hand, except it was green), waved it around a bit and caused a little ball of light to appear a few inches above the teacup.

 

“Not bad,” said Larry.

 

“But wait!” said Mick.

 

“What?” said the alien.

 

Because the little ball of light was sort of electricy, the static caused everyone’s hair to stick up a bit. Including the alien’s - thus revealing little pointy (green) ears.

 

“You’re not an alien, you’re an elf,” said Mick.

 

“Darn it,” said the alien, who disappeared in a puff of (green) smoke.

 

 

EPILOGUE

 

“I’ve never seen a green elf before,” said Larry.

 

“Nor me,” said Mick.

 

“She left her little ball of light behind,” said Larry.

 

“Never mind,” said Mick. “I’m sure we can think of some use for it.”

 

But try as they might, after thinking about this for a hundred and thirteen minutes, they could not.

 

[ fin ]

 

Inspired by the cover pic, created by my daughter, who is known on these pages as ‘PoP’