This one was a little different. My friend Heather gave me the image below and it inspired me to write this story.
Mark Silverman walked his brown mutt, Barkley, all the way
around the block before the dog finally squatted right outside his house. He was wondering if he really needed to
bother picking it up, they were right outside his house after all, when a voice
squeaked, “Jerk face! Get that
mammal’s feces off my planet!”
The voice sounded like it should have come from a stuffed
teddy bear. When mark turned
around he didn’t’ see a teddy bear, though. He didn’t see anyone until something smacked him in the
leg. He looked down and saw a tiny
green man with long antennae eyes glaring at him with a rake in one hand. “Pick up the crap or your face is going
to be in it!”
Mark didn’t know what was going on but he decided he should
play it safe and pulled the plastic bag out of his pocket. When he was finally done, and the
little man went back to racking Mark’s yard and the boy asked, “What’s going
on?”
The green man snorted.
“You may ask that question only once. Next time you will be eradicated for your insolence. I have made a bargain with the supreme
overlord of your planet. He will
make me supreme overlord if I rake
this lawn, clear out the garage, clean the toilet and walk that mammal around
the block.” He pointed at
Barkly. “Which has already been
accomplished by another slave!
YES! I am one step closer
to victory!”
“And what did this supreme overlord look like?” Mark asked.
“Zaggos!”
Mark’s twelve-year-old brother shouted walking out of the house. “Those leaves aren’t raking
themselves.”
“No great and mighty emproer.” The little green man snarled. “They are not.”
“Remember our deal.
I don’t hand over earth until every one of my chores is done! And don’t forget, I still get to keep
Australia and….” He looked up at
Mark. “Which country do you want?”
“Brazil.” Mark
said and then remembered that Stacy Green, the cute girl who sat behind him in
English liked Skiing.
“Switzerland. I’ll take
Switzerland.”
“Okay, we still get to keep Brazil and Switzerland and our
mom wants the south of France. You
can keep the North.” He looked up
at Mark. “Guess what I did today.”
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