The Forgetful Alien

By Scott Gordon

When Gabbo Nezzorite accidentally crashes into Santa's sleigh one Christmas Eve, things go terribly wrong. Unfortunately for one particular child, the forgetful alien shows up at their door. "By chance, do you have a multi-matrix particle phone handy?" he asks. "Ok,then. Well... How about a copy of Fruit Ninja?"

Approximately 5,500 silly, silly (ok, very silly) words and 16 pieces of out-of-this-world computer-generated art.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Gordon
• Release date: Oct 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386948469

Scott Gordon

Scott Gordon is a successful children's book author, with over two hundred books to his credit. He also writes science fiction, fantasy and horror under the pen name S.E. Gordon.

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Chapter 1: Season’s Greetings

Chapter 1: Season’s Greetings

One winter night, there was a knock at my door, by a strange, little creature I’d never seen before.

Greetings, humanoid, said an alien with creamy, green skin and a large muzzle for a nose. The funniest thing just happened. While I was flying around, a crazy, old man in a sleigh rammed into my saucer, causing me to crash in a snow bank not far from here. When I awoke, a band of elves tied me up and left me on your doorstep. It’s quite cold out here, so I was wondering... Could I crash at your place tonight?

I slammed the door shut and shook my head. Halloween was bad enough, but Christmas Eve?

Please, don’t leave me out here, he cried. I’m all alone in this foreign wasteland, and you’re the only friendly humanoid I’ve encountered.

I rubbed my eyes and looked through the peephole. Indeed, there was an alien lying on my doorstep. What are you? I asked.

Oh, just your everyday pint-sized explorer from Planet G, he replied.

Planet what?

G. It’s a humble, little planet not unlike your own. Without all of the crazy humanoids, of course. He sneezed. Oh, I think I might be coming down with something. Please let me in. I’m quite the genius, you see.

Hmm... I don’t know about that... I scratched my chin. Why are you green? Are you sick?

Homesick, that’s all. And cold. So very, very cold.

But what if you have some sort of disease?

I beg your pardon. I come from a planet much cleaner than yours, with a warm climate that rarely dips below 70 degrees. Back home, we’ve eliminated 99.9% of all viruses. The remaining portion come from meteors that strike our planet, but we’ve eliminated most of them, too. How could you possibly be worried about contracting an alien infection when you have creatures like Justin Bieber running around the planet?

Huh?

Oh, nothing. Please let me in. Pretty please... he whined.

I cracked open the door. Well, I guess I could-

Splendid! He snapped off the ribbons and scurried through the door.

Hey, wait! I ran after him.