Garn the Magnificent wiped the sweat from his brow as he and his friend, Gral wrestled a chaise lounge into position. Gral had just positioned an umbrella just so beside the chair when the front door opened.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Their friend Carol, who happened to be their current host on Earth looked around in confusion. “Hey, what did you do with my couch and TV?” She ducked around the pair of potted palms that had mysteriously appeared in her living area. “What in the heck?”
“Now, we can explain,” Garn said placatingly.
“We know that it’s been a challenge to host us for the last month,” Gral said in his deep, deep voice.
“Ya think?” Carol muttered as she took in the many changes that her guests had made in the measly two hours that she had been out shopping for groceries.
Gral took the bags from her. “I’ll put these away while Garn explains.”
Garn cleared his throat. “We know what a challenge the last few months have been, what with the COVID-19 pandemic, quarantining and then having unexpected, unwanted guests.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say unwanted. It wasn’t all that bad, really,” Carol said weakly.
Garn sighed. “It was that bad. We’ve monopolized your Netflix queue, dented most of your walls playing Terulian hover ball and let’s face it, your kitchen will never be the same after Gral’s last attempt at Tralian Tentacle stew.”
“Well, if you have to put it that way….” Carol pointed at the large beach mural Garn and Gral had hung on her wall. “So, what’s all this about?”
“Well we have two bits of news,” Garn began as he draped a pink-striped beach towel over the lounge chair. “Gral and I have been called back to duty. Our portal reservation out to Thaldor-4 is in two hours.”
“No way! Really?” Carol asked excitedly before catching herself. “I mean, that’s too really bad. Are you sure you have to go? Be sure to keep in touch.” She said hurriedly.
Gral chuckled as he brought a tray of snacks into the living room – complete with frilly pink drinks with tiny umbrellas in them. “No need to feel bad, my friend.”
“Exactly!” Garn exclaimed. “Anyway, we know that your cruise was cancelled due to this awful contagion, so as a parting gift, we arranged and little beach vacation in your very own home.”
“I think you Earthlings call it a Stay-cation,” Gral added.
Garn grinned mischievously. “And this time, I doubled the frosty drinks and omitted the sand!”
Gral sat the tray down on the small table next to the lounge chair and motioned for Carol to stretch out for a well-deserved nap.
As he and Garn headed for the door, he whispered to his friend. “Why is she crying and laughing at the same time?”
Garn shrugged as he picked up his travel case. “No idea. Earthlings are indeed strange creatures.”
Happy Thursday, Friends!