Ping looked at the strange creature that had dropped into his plot. It was not, he was almost sure, alive but he sat back and studied it all the same. For a long time it did nothing, until it grew bold and began emitting creaks and whistles as strange appendages slipped out of slots and holes in its skin.
Ping growled softly in his throat and the thing grew still.
Many clicks later it began to squeak and grow again.
Ping fetched Elmo, who sniffed the intruder and shrugged.
“Space junk.”
They both pissed on the thing before wandering off.
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