Hey Mom, Cassius here. Alien invasion today in Spencerville. Don’t worry, they only wanted Fur Tacos. Sorted it out. Now I’m their ambassador. Weird day, right? I get a vacuum cleaner to chase as payment. Cool, huh? Chow for now – Cash.

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Just as in any other day in the utopian town of Spencerville, the heartstrings of each passing pet vibrates with life at the melodious rhythm of Bullmastiff Boardwalk. Notably, Cassius Cash, the brindle and white hunk of love, a Boxer extraordinaire, strolled his usual route towards his beloved haunt, the Fur Tacos. He’d been feeling exceptionally peckish today, and fancied some grilled chicken. A dish that certainly tickled his taste buds and brought reprise to his hollow guts. Yet my eyes, as they’ve done ever since, or since I’ve followed him, always found themselves marred with jealously at the intimacy he shared with the aroma.

Today, however, was far from typical.

As he was sitting in the chic doggy diner, the wormhole opened up in the sky. A giant, furry green paw reaching out, slowing the clamor of Bow Wow Bistro to an eerie hush. The collective gasps from Spencerville inhabitants harmonized with the surprise symphony of this incursion. Cassius, first baffled, then shifted to a warrior’s glare, because nothing—nothing, was coming between him and his chicken.

The extraterrestrial paw, so deceptively fluffy, was now casting a shadow over the Western Fawn Pug Palace, obscuring the sun and exuding a chill that would freeze even the toughest terrier. That didn’t include Cassius though, for seasons come and seasons go, but nothing really and truly could interrupt his meal.

“We don’t negotiate with squirrel sympathizers!” He barked, not knowing where the assumption came from, but it felt right. All those sci-fi movies in my memory implied all alien beings were bent on destroying peace.

Then an audible groan issued from the alien paw. Perhaps it was confusion, frustration, or the call of a kindred spirit. Baffled, Cassius abandoned his dish and trotted briskly towards the paw, more curious than fearful. He sniffed it, tentatively at first, then more voraciously. The paw smelled nothing like squirrel or perhaps, an invasion-ready alien. It smelled like…treats? Hotdogs, maybe?

Laying down his stubborn act, Cassius exchanged a glance with the intruder. Canine Couture Clothing was no longer the hottest fashions for the day, rather this otherworldly sphere in the sky. However, amid the chaos and fear sweeping like a gale across Spencerville, a calm ripple emanated from the heart of our very own Cassius Cash.

In a language transcending the boundaries of galaxies, the alien paw made itself clear – it wasn’t here for a takeover. Its mission was way less harrowing – a simple exchange of delicious earthy delights. All it wanted were, you guessed it, Fur Tacos.

And so, the town of Spencerville with Cassius as the peace ambassador began a rather peculiar, though friendly, commerce with the aliens. Yes, I do admit – it’s an odd climax to the chaos. But aren’t all epiphanies pretty weird? Who am I to argue? Especially now that Cassius has promised to chase down the vacuum cleaner for the extraterrestrials. I think we’re safe, for now.

The End.

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