“Did you arrive on earth in the correct form?” Asked the captain of the mother ship.
“Of course we did,” she replied somewhat annoyed, “We took the form of the Columba livia, the Rock Pigeon, they had the red carpet out for us and everything. They were amazed that the first intelligent extraterrestrial race looked like a Rock Pigeon.” There was silence over the communication link while the captain of the mother ship was thinking to himself. First contact had not gone as expected.
“And it was just humans everywhere?” He’d asked that question about three times already. “Yes! It was just fucking humans everywhere. I saw some Pigeons outside but they didn’t recognise the greeting.” There was more silence.
Two big questions hung in the air. What had happened to the super intelligent pigeons they’d placed on earth all those millions of years ago and where did all these homo-sapiens come from?
***Management Note: We are tickled indeed. Please also check out Sharon Hurlbut's piece in the comments for a mysterious fairy tale.***
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
~First Contact by Clarke O'Gara~
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Lottery
This is the magic: one goose, one egg, one golden chance. Who doesn’t long for a little red-carpet prance, the opportunity to toss a scornful head at the wolves with their hungry lenses? Street children haunt the alley behind the all-night mart to find it. In the dim yellow light they can picture themselves cleaner than they are. They can smile. They dig through the last layers of the dumpster, excavating treasure. Just one forgotten ticket is all they need. One fairy godmother in the guise of fate. One lost chance to get lucky. In the morning, they slide back down the magic streetlight, drop their borrowed hopes, and crawl into a doorway clutching a few dirty white feathers.
Studio Pitch of D. Duck
Left, left, left-right-left.
Mallards! Fall in line.
Marcy, get with the program.
Who will it be? Who's next on the dinner plates of ravenous tourists? Who will be voted off the Endangered Species List?
Survivor: Red Carpet Wildlife Edition.
First Contact.
“Did you arrive on earth in the correct form?” Asked the captain of the mother ship.
”Of course we did,” she replied somewhat annoyed, “We took the form of the Columba livia, the Rock Pigeon, they had the red carpet out for us and everything. They were amazed that the first intelligent extraterrestrial race looked like a Rock Pigeon.” There was silence over the communication link while the captain of the mother ship was thinking to himself. First contact had not gone as expected.
”And it was just humans everywhere?” He’d asked that question about three times already.
“Yes! It was just fucking humans everywhere. I saw some Pigeons outside but they didn’t recognise the greeting.” There was more silence.
Two big questions hung in the air. What had happened to the super intelligent pigeons they’d placed on earth all those millions of years ago and where did all these homo-sapiens come from?
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