Snooger, a snoggle, was snoring in his sleep when an alien from another planet stepped on his foot. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Little Bill Gentle got involved when the alien and her vampire friend trespassed on his property. The two of them changed his life rather dramatically.
Viktar, the Lost Prince of Venus, was not really lost. He and his aide, Tudie Tidalbars, were — well, perhaps I’m telling more than I should at this juncture.
“Yes, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said the red-haired young woman who happens to be the alien who accidentally gave Snooger his rude awakening. “And what’s this about me being an alien?”
“Of course we’re aliens to these people,” said Blaine, her vampire friend. “This is their planet, not ours.”
“I know,” said Jeep Thompson. “It just takes some getting used to.”
Once upon a time, a writer who lived near the waters of Green Bay awakened not long after midnight and remembered that he had not written his daily blog post yet.
“Whatever shall I write about?” the writer murmured to himself.
“Hey, we snoggles are still trying to sleep here,” came a voice from somewhere in the distance. “Snooger, shut your friends up, please.”
“Sorry,” said the writer. “I didn’t mean to cause a commotion.”
“It’s not your fault,” whined Snooger. “Everything was fine until she stepped on my fooo-oot.”
“Do all snoggles whine like this?” Jeep asked.
“Only the ones who get their feet stomped,” smiled Little Bill Gentle.
The writer posted his blog post and went back to sleep — or at least that’s what they thought. Only he knows what really happened next.
