"Is that your new son?" Janice asked, pointing at the new picture on the wall.
"Yes, we adopted Timmy from Earth," Margo said as she served Martian coffee and grug bug bread to her friend. "There were so many Earthlings stranded after World War III destroyed everything. It is the least we could do."
"Have the twins tried to eat him yet?"
"That's terrible!" Janice said.
"Timmy wasn't happy about it but we gave him a space horse as a gift to help him be more forgiving. They’ve left him alone since."
"You're so brave. I don't think I could do it."
“They’re quite clean and friendly, at least the ones we’ve had.”
They looked out the kitchen window to see what the kids were doing in the backyard. Jenna had Timmy’s hand in her mouth and Hannah had half his foot chewed off.
Margo ran out the door yelling, “Put him down!”
By the time she got to them, Timmy was in shock from the loss of blood and she couldn’t tear her daughters away. She gave up and let them finish.
“That’s the third one this month,” Margo said after she returned to the kitchen.
“My goodness!” Janice said.
“You know how preteen Martian girls are. They can be a blood thirsty lot,” said Margo. “I’ll have to go back down to the agency next week and see if we can get another.”
The oven timer dinged and Margo pulled a baked zumbia out of the oven. She sliced the snakehead open to see if it was done. “Perfect,” she said and put it on the table. Margo and Janice quietly ate their lunch.
When the girls were done, they came inside. Their clothes were blood-soaked and the blood covered their hands and face. “We’re sorry for eating Timmy,” they said in unison. “We only meant to nibble.”
“You’re forgiven,” Margo said. “Now, go upstairs and take a shower then get ready to go to the mall.”
© June 14, 2011