The visitors from far, far away wouldn’t lend the Amerindians a plasma cannon, but the strangers did help sharpen a few spears.
A doctor finally reached the distant homestead. The children played outside, but their father was not well.
“A large wolf?”
“Yes,” the wife cried.
She shared the tale told by the Natives.
“Full Moon? Heavens no! Bring the children to him. Laughter is the best medicine!”
The jungle proved to be a very dangerous maze.
With the exception, of course, that there was no restarting or discerning the end.
Following a disaster, cold traps on Mercury were the last bastions for humanity.
Mankind would last as long as the oxygen supply.
The starving astronauts had no choice but to interpret “primordial soup” literally, thereby denying the exoplanet life.
Government agents arrived the next morning.
“We’ll give you this new weather vane in exchange for those weather balloon fragments.”
Is that a pterodactyl?”
“Where the hell did you get a pterodactyl?”
“Jump on! I’ll explain on the way!”