Nice Going, Dummy

WoodEar found Chief Rocket Scientist Watters and said, “We Faeries can gift Humanity with interstellar travel.”

Watters scoffed, “Faeries don’t exist.”

WoodEar showed his pointed ears.

“Nice surgery.”

WoodEar showed a picture of the first faerie spaceship.

“Nice photoshop work.”

WoodEar entered the kilometer-long spaceship outside. “Sorry Captain,” he said. “They refused.”
Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press’ Shapeshifting 13 writing challenge. Look here to find the prompt and other stories written for the challenge:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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9 Responses to Nice Going, Dummy

  1. Lyn says:

    Faeries don’t exist? Yeah, and thanks to you, Watters, you great hairy pillock, neither does interstellar travel. Aaah, a satisfying read to start my Sunday brunch with 😉

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    • EagleAye says:

      Watters seriously dropped the ball on this one. All he had to do is walk into the parking lot. It’s very hard to miss the kilometer-long starship parked there. *sigh* 😉 Glad you started the day off well. Thanks kindly, Lyn! 🙂

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  2. Hope they bought a parking ticket.

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  3. Dave says:

    Pretty sure I wouldn’t take a ride from Faeries, either. Run away screaming, sure.

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  4. Lyn says:

    Eric, how do we vote over on our favourite Shapeshifter story? There’s no “how to.”

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