“Hey! No!” The weird little greenish blob thing spat my now-slimy slipper out and looked up reproachfully.
“It’s just their way,” said the suited man. “His species interacts primarily through their mouths. They taste things to identify them.”
Ally came running in. “Mommy, Mommy, what’s that?”
“Our new guest,” I sighed.
“Your country thanks you for your assistance, ma’am,” said the man.
I watched the alien wrap its gummy lips around Ally’s waist as she giggled. I rolled my eyes and turned to the agent. “Anything else I should know…?”
His answer was cut off by a sudden gulping sound.
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