My vision returned to normal . . .
sort of. Everything was red, and then there were these weird, green bird
things that sucked protons from the atomic structure of flesh and skin—very
dangerous. I mean, when you’re out of protons it’s game over. I’d read about
them in Hairball Magazine some time ago and thought they were
extinct. But not here.
They weren’t that big, but they
swooped around me like starving vultures sensing my presence as I ducked
behind a puffy cloud, never guessing that I hold sudden death in my claws.
“Make my day, bird boys.” I held my breath, ready to pounce, but to tell the
truth I don’t think they were into fur. They went gliding away, so I moved on,
wondering what lay beyond the next cosmic corner. That’s when it happened.
I saw movement, erratic and blurry
at first . . . coming my direction . . . fast. Then I saw what it was.
OMG!
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