The Little Green Man

Fiction Friday is back this week! I have an all new story. It's not pulled up from the past or anything. It's my latest bit of fast food for the mind, and it's just in time for one of my favorite holidays.

Fiction Friday

How did I get here? I find myself waking up from a deep sleep, and I don't remember how I got back home. I remember going out for a short hike in one of the nature parks, but I didn't come home. I know what you're thinking, but I'm no drinker. The hardest thing I've had for years is root beer. So what happened?

It's all beginning to come back to me as I begin to wake up a little more. I remember that I did go to the nature preserve. It started out like any other day. I was walking along the trails looking for something interesting so I could take some pictures. That's when it got strange...

I saw a squirrel or something run across the trail. I followed it to see if I could get a few pictures. It took me a few seconds of searching, but I found it again. There was something very strange about it though. Are squirrels supposed to be green? As I looked at it more, I began to think this was definitely not a squirrel. But what was it then?

It was a man! It was a little man that stood only as high as a squirrel. He wore an old fashioned little green suit with a matching hat. He had red hair and a red beard. He was carrying a stick in one hand and he was smoking a pipe. He was also glaring right at me.

"What are you lookin' at, creep!", said the little man. I stood there kind of shocked, and my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! "Well, out with it, weirdo!", he said.

I finally said as intelligently as I could, "Wh-Who, me?" He looked at me and made a strange frustrated groaning sound in his throat and said, "I'm not talking to the trees you big ape, and you're the only one here!"

I then began to explain to this little guy that I was no big ape. I'm a little white mouse with an eye patch. I told him my name was Ratty, and I asked him if he ever saw my website. I said, "It's at http://everyda...."

Right in the middle of my explanation, he started laughing hysterically and rolling on the ground. I was becoming offended. During his laughter he said, "Website! Hahaha, a rat! You giant idiot, one of your toes is bigger than any mouse! You have clown feet! Hahahaha!!!"

Then I told him in an embarrassed voice, "I know I'm not really a mouse. It's just for fun, for my blog on the internet. I don't see why you have to be so mean about it. Besides, what are you supposed to be? You say I'm a giant, but you're only as big as a squirrel. Now it's your turn. Out with it!"

The little guy looked at me with a triumphant look on his face and said, "That proves you're stupid! You should know what I am! If you can't figure it out, just ask your precious blog readers. Yeah, I know what a blog is. If you don't know what I am, why are you following me? You better not be after my gold!"

With that last word I started to sweat, and then I said slowly with a sly grin on my face, "Gold? Tell me about your gold." The little man also began to look like he was sweating now. In fact, he looked very nervous. Then, as quick as a squirrel, he turned and ran straight for a big tree!

There was a hole in the side of the tree, and he dove right into it. With pure greed now pushing me forward, I began running too. I had to catch him! I noticed that I might just fit into that hole myself. So I jumped right in after him.

That's the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew, I was waking up at home the next day, just like I said at the beginning of this story. I just looked at my photos of that day, but I can't seem to find any with the little man in them. It all happened the way I said though. What was he? It seems like I should know.


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