It was terribly exciting. Sydney had never seen an alien from another planet before, and now one was coming to speak to his class at school. He had all sorts of questions to ask. He just hoped he’d be allowed to ask more than one question.
The day arrived! The hour arrived! The alien arrived!
The alien invited the children to call him Herman because his real name was unpronounceable to Earthlings and besides Herman was made up of Her and Man which was good because the planet he came from didn’t have boys and girls.
Natalie asked how come they had babies if they didn’t have boys and girls. Most in the class didn’t have much of a clue what she was asking about. Willie wanted to know what the weather was like on the planet and did they have any pollution. Angela asked if they had horses because she had a pony called Marco and she wouldn’t want to go to the alien’s planet if they didn’t have horses. Not big horses, like race horses, but small ones like Marco. And Marco was white. And Natalie had been given it by her parents for her eighth birthday. She liked horses and her friend, Christobelle had one of those miniature horses that…
Herman couldn’t keep still. It was like he had ants in his pants. He walked up and down. Up and down. As he passed where Sydney was sitting, Sydney did a terrible thing; he poked the alien with a sharp pencil.
Herman went POP! and that was the end of that.
Did he go flying around the room like a deflated balloon?
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Not sure – I wasn’t there.
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I was just wondering.
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So was Herman part balloon or pimple?
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He was a balloon that earn his living as a pimp.
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He wasn’t successful… he had a problem…too high all of the time…too much helium.
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I tried to type this response in “high” tiny type – but it’s currently beyond my IT capacity.
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Just as well…you need to leave that to the professionals.
Bruce you have 11 more to go. So I’ll make a note for Tuesday after next…Aug 2 here. Are you going to do any music ones?
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😦
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Probably! I’ve a few other ideas too.
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I will peek in
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I shall let you know! I’m not even sure yet. I’m half way through writing a piano sonata that everyone is going to hate!
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I doubt that Bruce!
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Sydney should get a Nobel peace prize or something.
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They’ve given it for less.
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True.
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Lovely ending – he must have been full of himself! or themselves! or zimselves!
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Full of hot air perhaps.
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When my youngest was in elementary school he read a book about “Balloon Goons.” I think it referred to those wiggly inflatable figures that wave in front of used car dealerships to attract attention. The goons went around stealing air from tires and such. I’m trying to remember if they ended up being alien invaders. Probably. And now thanks to your essay about Herman, I know the truth behind the story.
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I’m glad to have enlightened you. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.
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