I don’t know how it happened. One minute I was sailing through the universe in my tiny purple ship, the next I was sucked into the Earth’s atmosphere. I tumbled through the sky, the world spinning around me, making me unbearably dizzy. And a Disian can’t handle being dizzy. My mind blacked out and made the easy transition into unconsciousness before I hit the ground, my ship shattering into a thousand pieces around me.
“Ah, she’s waking now,” a low voice rumbled from my right. “Prepare the restraints, nurse.”
“Yes, Dr. O’Riley,” a brisk female voice replied.
“Moosa…” I whined.
I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like they were glued together. My head spun in maddening circles and I felt as if any moment my stomach would empty itself of it’s contents. Finally, I managed to open my eyes a crack. Bright, fluorescent lights flooded my vision, blinding me.
I hissed and clawed at the air. “Moosa!”
A man, this Dr. O’Riley, came into my view, blocking the offending orbs of evil light. He gave me a strained smile, which I returned in favor.
“Moosa??” I questioned. Where is my moosa?
The Dr’s eyebrows furrowed in consternation. “Moosa?”
“Moosa!” I exclaimed eagerly. I sat up abruptly, bouncing on the steel operating table. I nodded my headed vigorously, gesturing madly about my moosa.
“I see. Now, what is this moosa you speak of…?”
I growled. Stupid human. How dare he not know of the great and almighty supreme Moosa, the moosa of which all Disians worshiped at all given times.
“Mooooooooooosaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I howled. “Moooosa. Moosa. Moosa.”
“Nurse, I believe the restraints will be in order now.”
“Yes, Dr. O’Riley.”
There was a soft clinking of metal and the slide of leather on leather.
“Eeep!” I squeaked, jumping from the table. You shall not restrain me, for I am Ikin-zor, the Purple People Eater! I shout in my native language, though I know they do not understand me. Fear meeee.
I growled and ran from the room, bursting through the door of the ‘operation’ room like a madman. There were men in white lab coats rushing towards me, more restraints in hand. One man even had a needle. I hissed at them before turning the opposite direction and continuing in my marathon.
I soon came to a crossroad. A window was to my left. Another long corridor lined with doors to my right. It was like the chicken and the egg conundrum of my race. With so many decisions and yet so little time, I began to panic.
“Moosamoosamoosamoosamooosa…..”
Suddenly, I threw myself through the window. There was a loud crashing of glass. I could feel it embed in my skin, cutting it and causing my precious purple blood to gush forth.
“Nerr…” I groaned as I hit the ground with a loud thump. My whole body ached and it felt as if I’d ruptured my spleen. “Moosa…”
There was a quiet squeaking at my side. I slowly turned my head, barely daring to hope, and met beady little black eyes.
“Moosa! The moosa! The moosa! The moosa!”
I sat up enthusiastically, a huge grin upon my purple alien face.
“Squeakie-squeak-squeak.” The little mouse sniffed at me curiously before turning to scurry away.
“Nooooooo!!!!” I wailed. I thrust out a hand and captured it before it could get away.
It wasn’t quite my moosa, but it would do.
I leapt to my feet and faced the governmental institution of alien experimentations and raised my moosa in an angry shaking fist, before yelling, “Viva de Moosaaaa!!” and then running to the swiftly closing gates that lead to my freedom.
I had escaped the evil clutches of the government once again.
The End.
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