The Ballonnicles of Flimp
Galactic explorer Brag Armstrong was feeling happy.
Flimp was his third planet of the morning.
And he’d only had to discharge his blaster twice that day.
‘Tell me something about the inhabitants here’, he ordered Winglezub, his trusty sidekick/ cultural advisor.
‘The Ballonnicles?, not much to say, except that they are deadly…’
Brag whipped out his weapon and dived for cover; ‘Move ‘zub, I think I saw one in the bushes.’
‘I doubt it.’
‘Whaddya mean? Are there none around here?’
‘They’re here alright, you just won’t see them.’
‘Because, like I was saying, they are deadly at hiding.’