“Take me to your leader,” the alien said in English, not knowing it was fulfilling an old Earth cliché.
Butch stared at it, uncertain how he was supposed to respond. He didn’t speak English, and even if he had, he couldn’t have complied.
The alien moved closer, bending down to take hold of Butch’s face. “We mean you no harm.”
“What the hell are you doing to my dog?”
The alien looked up in alarm at the much larger creature that had come running out of a nearby structure carrying something pink that seemed to be melting in the day’s heat. “I am asking this human to take me to its leader.”
“Well,” the creature drawled, not in the least bit impressed with an alien standing in the middle of the sidewalk, “first of all, that’s my dog. I’m the human. And second, no one is going to believe that you actually said that.”
Even though this picture doesn’t look like a real alien, the story suggested by it was just too good to pass up. After Wednesday’s story, I decided to go with something light today. Hope it made you smile!
Cliché
Cute 💕 A smile to brighten my day.
🤣 too funny!