Alien Adventures

One of Three's sisters gave him an Alien.  The alien is named Rubosishio.  That is ridiculously long.  And hard to say.  We don't speak alien very well.  So he told us we can call him R.

The first thing R decided to do when he arrived here at his new home was to make some new friends.

No, R!  Foxes are gross and they will eat anything.  Probably even aliens.  Try something else.

So R asked for a book.

I looked over the book shelves and finally suggested this deliciously yummy read that I recently enjoyed.

R loved it and gave it five stars.

How funny.  So did I.

After reading a whole book, R felt a little peckish.  

He asked for a treat.

So I gave him an In-N-Out milkshake.  

He drank it all up.  

Then he decided that if he had been hungry, Lucy the fish might be hungry too. 

So he fed the fish.

Not too much, R!

After everyone was fed, R wanted to play hide and seek.  

Can you see him?

When he got bored of hiding, R asked to listen to some rockin' tunes.  I put on some Indigo Swing for him.

He liked it and decided to go swing dancing.  I caught him in my closet trying to wear my sparkly shoes.  

Oh, R!

After dancing, he was very tired.  He took a nap. 

When he woke up, he asked about where he came from.  I gave him a space race pinball machine to explain his origins.  He played until his little balloon fingers started squeaking.  

Then he wanted to play space invaders.  I got him a space gun.

Ptchoo!  Ptchoo!

Oh no!*  Poor R.

*No aliens were actually harmed in the making of this story.  R just thought it would be good to end it with a bang.  He is alive and well.  Putting together a puzzle actually. 

And somewhere in the literary universe Mr. Bennet is smacking his head into a wall over and over again, moaning something about my irrational use of personal time.  Sorry, Mr. B.