"Youíre coming with us, Earthman!" said a tall, two-headed, orange-skinned creature.
"Can I bring my dog?" I hollered, as three of them dragged me from the house toward their space craft.
"Whatís a dog?"
"A highly developed Earth creature. Iím sure youíll have lots of fun dissecting it."
"Where is your dog?"
"In a glass case inside my house. Just stick your hand - or whatever that clawed thing is - inside the case and pick it up. Youíll find it very friendly."
"Get the dog," the tall creature told one of his cohorts.
As they shoved me aboard their spaceship, I heard a horrible scream. Overjoyed, I hoped theyíd send another from their group to investigate what happened. They did.
Once inside their craft, I didnít hear the second scream. But I was certain it came and that my king cobra had lessened their planetís population by two.
"Good Doggie," I muttered.
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8 June 2009
Michael's stories have been published by 108 magazines and 30 anthologies.