I’m sitting in the den with a sketchpad drawing cartoon dog faces when Fleegle comes in and starts sniffing my legs and knees and staring at me with his head tilted to the side.
“Why do you keep sniffing me and looking at me like that?” I asks.
“You are Raud, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Of course I am. That’s a silly question.”
“You don’t smell like him.”
“Well, I did change my brand of soap this morning.”
“I’m not some dumb puppy that can’t figure that out. You’re back to using Ivory again. It’s not your soap. You smell, well… alien.”
“Oh alright, I’ll tell you. When I went out last night, I ate garlic pizza.”
Fleegle plops backwards onto his haunches. “You had pizza without me? Who ate all the crust? Did you give it to some other dog? Now I know you’re not Raud. He would never do that to me. You’re an alien for sure,” he says and struts out of the den.
“Where are you going?”
“To the kitchen to check on the alien egg thingy. Maybe it hatched and you’re the result. Pod-Raud.”
Fleegle is hard at work leading his Home Security Team on operation Pod Sniff Out as part of the Alien Watch Division 🙂
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