Walking WeWoe

Walking species on another planet

Walking WeWoe

Among all the species including the fox fir, imp mouse, deviant septum moor comes the wewoe. An articulate little bugger with a taste for the imaginative artificial life. An example is forthwith. A huge glockenspiel on this guy’s head dressed in the finest embroidery  of the Luten Kingdom. This was, as they say, artificiality's finest hour.

So here we are among foreign species, a planet with a molecular divergent from somewhere on Earth. WHOA! 

The walk begins with several moons embracing our eyes. Light establishes itself with an array of illuminated nebulae. The air, well we keep that a secret, but it does give you a little high. Wewoe insist on lead. I think he’s enjoying the high.Our steps take on a profound willy nilly dance. Wewoe does his business while I try to gather a poop bag in my empty pockets.Oh well...it could be worse. There is a certain celebrity in Wewoe’s posture while pooping. I must make a note. By the way I’m Inch,

the last of the Huron Instigates who bravely at some point in history withstood the galactic merge. Call me Inch please.

As we continued our walk, Wewoe, in the lead of course, our eyes met some unusual, for lack of a better word, species of trees. A green coated bark with fuzz spewing out what seemed like limbs. Another tree type swallowed small object that scurried out without any direction. A beauty tree, lashes, a look of sensuality that permeated the atmosphere. All this newness caused me to wonder what could be next? 

We were lifted up by a plume that raised us a few feet off the surface of the planet. Wow! What a trip! Wewoe drowned himself in a bohemian joy. The walk ended abruptly we were stuck in our joy. Small lighted bulbs surrounded us. I tickle grew inside me!