X-P8 gazed skyward, tapping her hoof in a rapid sequence familiar to X-P12: “When do you think they’ll return? We’ve already gathered all the data we need. And I just hate this. It’s humiliating.” X-P12 tapped back commiseration. Meanwhile, the farmer squeezed X-P8’s teat, crooning, “Shhh, Bessie. Almost done. Soon.”
Tracy Royce writes prose and poetry in Southern California.
took me two readings to get it but well worth it! very clever.
Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Love the wry sense of humor
Thank you!
Cute, different, wonderful sci-fi
good job, well done
Thanks so much! Glad you liked it.
This is an amazing, fun, and funny sci-fi story! Well done.
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
Oh! Had to read a couple times before I “got” it. Very creative! ;)