The Mystery Man

Jerrick Fong

February 25, 2008

“Stop it, Sam!” muttered Ann, “You’re getting me all wet!”

Suddenly, Ann woke up. Sam wasn’t there. Instead, there was a weird creature. It had weird antennae and one huge eyeball in the middle of its face. Its skin was a dark shade of blue and had two thin legs. You couldn’t exactly see its mouth though somehow, Ann’s face was covered with slobber.

“Eeeeeeeeeeek!” Ann screamed, “What is this thing!?”

“Hey!” yelled a voice, “Do I scream when I see somebody’s pet?”

Ann looked over to see a short, stubby man who was about as tall as a 2-liter soda bottle. Then, she raced down the stairs in her bunny pajamas right into the kitchen where her friend, Brock, was making cereal and their cat, Sam, was eating his own breakfast.

Brock was tall and had light brown skin. He had black hair that stuck out in different points and eyes that drooped down so low, it would look like he was tired, which he always was.

Sam was a black cat. He was like a regular cat with fur, ears, tail, and fierce temper. He had retractable claws, a low purr, four legs, and a normal face with eyes that pierce. He was just a regular house cat that for some reason had a tendency of somehow ending up near broken vases and pots.

When Ann ran in, she screamed so loud that it sounded like she was trying to get someone at the other end of a subway station. “There’s a weird man and beast in my room, and I don’t know what they want, but I want them out of there.”

“Geez, is this a custom here to complain about somebody coming into your house when he is on a mission and would like to hang out to see what you humans do?” The man had somehow appeared in the kitchen with his “pet” without Ann or Brock noticing. “I just want to hang out to see how people here live. Should I be taking notes right now? “Scream when see others. Problem with pets.””

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this,” announced Ann, “I need to get to school. Brock, you take care of Shorty over there.”

“The name is Tom,” said the man, “Tom Ato.”

“Tom Ato? That’s a crazy name. Is that a joke?”

“Hey! I wouldn’t be laughing, Ann Chovy. You too, Brock Lee.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving.”

Ann leaves the house with her pink backpack and slams the door without having breakfast. Once again, somehow, the little man follows.

“Ok. I don’t have the patients for this. What do you want?”

“Is that a bribe? I told you. I just want to follow you to see how you humans interact.”

“That’s fine, I guess. What about your pet?”

“Even I know that Sam is a cat. You don’t know what “It” is?”

“No, I don’t.

“”It” is a “thing””

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Don’t bother then. I’m just going to leave and tell my boss you guys are clueless. I’ll just have to try ten years from now.”

After that last sentence, a giant saucer came and a beam lifted him into the ship.

“Humans are so brainless. To think that in the year 3008 we will actually have to unite with these clueless creatures. Makes me wonder.”

His ship left in a green flash.