I don’t have Note 16 in my on-line story yet, but I have a good excuse. . . .
An orb descended from the sky and landed in my backyard. Nutmeg, the best guard dog at a safe distance, barked the alarm until I got up from my computer to take a look. I had been hard at work trying to make a book out of a blog; I just wanted the pages of my on-line story to flow. This problem consumed me until I looked out my window to find a little green man with almond-shaped eyes standing by my bushes taking a leak. He turned around and zipped his fly.
“Hi I’m Alfred. I hope you don’t mind.” He gestured to my Azalea he had just used as a toilet.
“It’s OK I think they like acidic soil:” I said.
That’s when I noticed the nothing coming from the dog. Looking around, I found Nutmeg trying to squeeze herself behind the flat-screen TV. Evidently, firecrackers and little green men are just too much for her.
“Do you have a light?” Alfred asked with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.” I’ve had a hell of a ride running from the History Channel”.