Sunday, April 16, 2017

Thoracic Animus (12)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (12)"
   
   The inter-dimensional, circular-shaped craft landed, and Harry, him naming himself such, after having watched Harry and the Hendersons on the World Wide Web, departed from his alien vehicle, stepping onto the Eastern Dakota Earth with his big feet, and shouted, it meaning:  "Happy Easter!!!"
   He didn't understand why nobody was reading the Bible anymore.  Especially about Jacob and Esau, for Esau is the Hairy Man, while Jacob had smooth skin.  And while Harry liked both brothers, he did like manscaping guys, such as Robert Palmer, Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli, and Jack Kerouac in his camel-haired coat.  These guys were sharp-dressed men.
   But Harry wasn't depressed, loving himself, and hoping a bionic Steve Austin was not waiting for him in the woods.  But his on-board computer said only Mutt, his Uncle, and Tanya were nearby; thus, knowing they were semi-benevolent types, just garden-variety hicks more or less, he decided to make contact, though knew he'd have to teleport away quickly if a crossbow bolt came in his direction, not wanting to be like Saint Joan of Arc and get hit by such a violent weapon that could bring down a Grizzly.