The red squirrel raced under the canopy of a tree into a preselected secluded spot and immediately transformed into its basic, but Earthly unnatural, design.
A wind was created as the alien sucked into being.
It immediately rooted its many appendages deeply into the soft ground to prop it upright in Earth’s imposing gravity.
Freedom from the shapeshifting ‘squirrel form’ gave Splogg a moment of peace that he was only allowed to exercise once a year.
He’d done this one hundred twenty-two other times and STILL wasn’t able to identify any sign of intelligence.
How he hated this frickcacking assignment!

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.