Your Tour Guide, Fuchsia!
The gravitational stabilizer failed as we entered your atmosphere and our craft crash-landed. Our craft suffered major damage and we were scattered outside the vehicle. Our bodies can adapt to almost any atmosphere, but a state of unconsciousness is required for our molecular structure to make the changes needed. By the time we woke up, we’d been gathered by someone called a ‘carny’ and hung by clips up and down the walls of his carnival game.
I was won by a young human male who presented me to his girlfriend as a gift of love. She made a couple rude remarks about my color and over all ‘lameness’, but took me home alongside her much preferred, stuffed hippopotamus. Upon entering her home dwelling, family daughter1 quickly flashed me to the family mother and then spent time showing off her much preferred, stuffed hippopotamus, even inviting family mother to pet it. The lack of attention allowed me time to consider how to escape my unfortunate circumstances. Being a young roseate pleablian, my outstanding mind powers were still developing, but I attempted to send an S.O.S up to our planet or a traveling vessel. I only managed to reach, Bloodshot, an angsty pleablian that we’d hoped to abandon on this planet when our research was finished.
Very early the next morning when the sky was still dark and the temperatures cool, the family mother snatched me off the couch and stuffed me into her purse. My considerable brain pulsed with anxiety as I contemplated what she might be doing with me. Little did I know, she was trying to help me find my way home. Please join me, Fuchsia, on a tour of our escapades.
The family mother pulled me out of her purse to stuff me onto the dashboard of their motor vehicle and declared me the trip mascot. I admit, I was a bit concerned.
But our first stop alleviated most of those fears. I visited the 13 moons of the planet Monella and the moon closest to that firey planet was much like this strange barren wasteland in Idaho.
Unfortunately the family father continually tried to throw me into craters sparking new fears in me, since I have not yet learned the art of levitating. Family daughter1, having left her much preferred, stuffed hippopotamus at home, took pity on me and fought for my very life on a couple of occasions. For the record, I think family son2 was rooting for family father.
After we left the Craters, I used my mind-melt powers on the family father to make him drive me to Yellowstone National Park. I’d heard that many aliens choose to stay on the earth planet in the form of a beast called a buffalo. But when I got a look at them, I mind-melted the family father out of the park! The only good thing about the beast is the size of its head.
By that point in the trip I was enjoying the family camaraderie and the way they spontaneously burst into song. I mind-melted a round of “On the Road Again” and we headed to the Grand Tetons where I tried to levitate for a picture like I was sitting in the saddle between two mountains and family daughter1 had to catch me to prevent me from swimming with the fishes.
I developed a close friendship with Bubba, the rock at the cabin. Bubba’s dense head prevented him from arguing with me over the importance of rain, though I knew it could smear his charcoal drawn face and prevent the life-giving fire his face depended on. To show my appreciation, I mind melted family son1 into leaving Bubba safe and sound inside the cabin for the next dwellers.
There was a rather overwhelming family event that we attended after that. So many humans and much too much frivolity. Thank goodness family daughter2 believes in alien equal rights or I might still have that glass on my head.
The trip we took did not result in me finding my way home, but it did result in a little abuse and a lot of love. I now know; I do not want to live as a buffalo, mosquito bites itch, and I have found a surrogate Earth family.