Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 8)


Upon the tower, Zip, Galve, Tufty, and Torsten winced as the brightening sky seared their ocular organs…

“I’m not enjoying this.” Tufty confessed. “When I was a kid, my parents always took me to an abandoned coal mine for my summer holidays. As a result of this, I have an aversion to bright sunlight. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m outta here.”

So, without further ado, the three trans-galactic earplugs began a hurried departure. But Zip remained. Something told him that he should stay. It also told him to pull the hat he’d been wearing on the day, long ago, when he’d been abducted accidentally by the prospectors, out of his back pocket…

 

And not a moment too soon, because when the sun cleared the mountain range…

…it’s brilliance was blinding. Down in the tower below Zip…

…everyone yelled, “Arrgh, my eyes; they are on fire.”

In the Museum everyone felt terribly sorry for the adventurers, and some of them wondered what would happen next…

But none of them could have guessed that it would be the total dislocation from space/time for the sole Scrotonite in the party…

“Duh?” Zip grunted. “But this looks exactly like the gravelly plain that lies between my old desert home and the green verdant regions of my home world.”

“Ugh, how can this be?”

So, in an attempt to make sense of his changed situation, he tentatively edged forward several paces, until he actually stood in the hot desert sand…

Instantly his body temperature soared. His silvery space suit was in danger of cooking him alive. So he took it off…

Fortunately the sand was so deep and the air so shimmeringly hot that no one saw anything they shouldn’t have.

In the court room, Throgennis grew furious…

“Enough.” He snarled. “This stops now. We’re supposed to be judging earplugkind here: that is a being from the planet Scroton. He is clearly not an earplug. You’ve lost control of the situation. I demand you throw this case out of court.”

It was a good argument, and for a moment it appeared that Throgennis’s judges were swayed by his outburst. But then, appearing stage left, came…

…a really scary being.

“Oh-no.” It said. “We merely move the ball game to another evidential site.”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

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