Melisa Miller, Week Five, Story Seven

Relationship Development

Ned the Brachiosaurus and his lovely wife Geraldine fell in love very quickly. They settled down and found a cozy little patch of mud to nest in and start a family. This was a blessing, Ned believed, because mortgage rates on mud piles with a water consistency this high were usually through the roof. Ned had an excellent real estate agent though; stegosauruses really know how to sell mud. Ned and Geraldine were so happy in fact, after the moving in party they had a little too much to drink and Geraldine wound up pregnant. Before they knew it Ned and Geraldine were nesting four shiny brown eggs, each of them wonderful in their own special way.

Jerry the human being was a tall and lanky man. So tall in fact, it was difficult for him to bend over to tie his shoelaces because it took so long for the blood to reach the rest of his body after going to his head. Jerry didn’t have much going for him. Thirty-three and single, Jerry spent all his time absorbed in his archeological excavation in South America. Jerry spent his days deep in the mud of the excavation site, scooping and brushing and scooping and brushing. While his nights were spent falling asleep over microscopes and carbon-dating machines. Like an ostrich of sorts, Jerry’s head was always buried in something. Gina, one of Jerry’s co-workers always laughed when she saw him snoring on the bone examination table, his faced creased by handles of excavation brushes. Truth be told, Gina had a crush on Jerry but was too shy to tell him. In fact sometimes she dreamed of settling down with Jerry, having a lovely little home with a small mortgage and four kids, like she’d always dreamed of. But every time Gina went up to try and start a conversation with Jerry, he was completely occupied with this small femur bone of a female brachiosaurus he said he’d found next to a nest of eggs.

Zorflog the alien was visiting earth on a search for remains of a lost civilization when he was asked by Zintog, a flashy little female alien if he wanted to go get some Quippy with him at a cute little seafood joint a couple galaxies away. Zorflog said he didn’t like Quippy because Zinphonian fish was a little too gamey for his tastes. Taking the hint Zintog didn’t bother asking him if he wanted to go somewhere else instead. Little did Zintog know Zorflog really did want to go on a date with her, he honestly didn’t enjoy eating gamey seafood. Zorflog was flying over a run down city in South America in his hovercraft when he came upon a strange site a good mile long of perfectly rectangular holes of varying depths and massive blacks of tents along the edges of the holes. While Zorflog was studying the remains of a bizarrely tall human on the grounds of the site, he noticed Zintog flying in on her cute little purple hovercraft. She had changed her mind mid flight and decided to tell Zorflog she liked him. But Zorflog suddenly noticed this little annoying habit Zintog had where she would click her two left tentacles together when she was nervous. This really turned Zorflog off and he turned her down.