BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
Because it was raining cats, bats, dogs, frogs, and unsung rug-bugs in Scootertoot Circle, Bow knew he couldn’t play outdoors this Saturday afternoon.
As he was wondering what to do on this rainy day, his dog, Scuttlemutt, ran to the door and began barking.
“Someone’s coming,” Bow thought. Although Scuttle refused to talk, get a job to earn his food, and spent most days sleeping or going in and out, he was great at announcing visitors.
Sure enough, Bow heard ‘rat, tap, rap-a-tap-tap.’ “Knock, knock, who’s there?” he called.
“Boo who?” asked Bow.
“Quit crying and let your rocket-rider regal-alien come in. My waterproof skin is getting water spotted and might shrink,” was his answer.
“Hi Mergatroid, what’s up?” asked Bow, opening the door.
Mergatroid put on his pouter outer space face and said, “I used to be far, far up until our Starazoid King saucer-shipped me here to study and write about your Untied States history.”
Needing to correct Merg’s state of mind, Bow said, “Cool it, Merg. We’re United, not (more…)