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Louisiana Chicken Aliens

Myzon, my crew historian looked at me with ecstasy in his 7 lensed, one eye. “Gumbo” he said aloud.

words and images by Myron Ropp

As we all know, Instagram is an image oriented platform; hence it was a great surprise to find the exquisite, southern short stories of Myron Ropp there. They are a great mix of fiction and reality, written in a charming, yet direct, language. Enjoy.

Captain’s Log. 2/24/2015.
My navigator, Grumok, tells me we have arrived on what is called Earth. I use the title navigator loosely. Grumok is unable to find his own tail with any or all of the four appendages these Earthlings call arms. After our hatch failed to automatically open, he was able to crawl out of our landing craft and requisition the use of a most ingenious Elevation Enhancement device. All twelve members of our crew were able to evacuate the craft without breaking any of our six -ground gripping appendages called legs. Although our green, scale covered outer plating is quite tough, we soon discovered that the atmosphere consisted of a certain briskness to it. My inner, temperature control sensing a reading of 32. Looking about us, and using our inner monitoring devices, we picked up the wonderful, and almost intoxicating scent of something. Myzon, my crew historian looked at me with ecstasy in his seven lensed, one eye. “Gumbo” he said aloud.

This landing craft is in fact, the escape pod for an offshore oil drilling rig. If the rig would blow, crew members can enter this device and literally 'drop into the sea', and be rescued. I am unsure if it has been actually used for such a purpose. It sits beside a mechanic's shop, 60 miles inland, from the Gulf of Mexico. ©Myron Ropp

This landing craft is in fact, the escape pod for an offshore oil drilling rig. If the rig would blow, crew members can enter this device and literally ‘drop into the sea’, and be rescued. I am unsure if it has been actually used for such a purpose. It sits beside a mechanic’s shop, sixty miles inland, from the Gulf of Mexico. ©Myron Ropp

Captain’s Log. 2/24/2015. Continued.
Our inner sensory homing devices lead our entire crew into a covered structure (which we later learned was ‘carport’). There stood two, very tall Earthlings. Scanning their height at 5’8″ and 5’11’. We later learned this is not excessively tall by Earth standards, but we must take into consideration that we of DanRik are all, precisely 3’4″. The Earthlings were unafraid of us. They stood beside a large, black metallic container (later learning: cast iron pot). The container was on top of a miniature version of our landing crafts combustible accelerant portals. Blue flames were hitting the bottom of the containment device. The taller of the two spoke aloud to us “Mercy Percy y’all some petite ones. And Lord Help Us … you as green as Marie’s garden spinach”. We of course had no understanding of what he meant. Myzon the Historian looked at me, then to the device, then back to me. “GUMBO” he said. The smaller Earthling had a sound emit from him. Like gentle eruptions (later we learned was called ‘laughter’). “You got that right little feller. Gumbo. Chicken and sausage gumbo. And no offensive little fellers, y’all look like you could use a few helpins’. Dang you a poorly looking lot’. And partake of the gumbo we did. Our language difference restrains me from describing the said ‘gumbo’. I can only speak the word in my native DanRik tongue. ‘Zlulk Ma Hick Tree zlunk ma’. It is a phrase that is used only in speaking in regards to our creator force. It must be likened as to what the Earthlings keep saying. “Damn, this is hittin’ the spot”.

Real Louisiana Chicken and Sausage Gumbo. If an Earthling has obtained a visual image of gumbo. My apologizes, for our eyes are multi lensed. ©Myron Ropp

Real Louisiana Chicken and Sausage Gumbo.
If an Earthling has obtained a visual image of gumbo. My apologizes, for our eyes are multi lensed. ©Myron Ropp

Captain’s Log, 2/26/2015.
I say with regret, that I failed to sign in yesterday. Circumstances beyond my control dictated other attention. The large Earthling referred to this as ‘passin’ a good time’. After consuming the large container of what we learned was Gumbo, we were in no condition to return to our landing craft. The shorter Earthling lead us into his abode and introduced us to his mate and four small Earthlings. These small reproductions found no displeasure in us whatsoever. We later learned that we ‘played games and hide and seek’. The entire 2/25/2015 was involved with this concept. ‘Passin’ a good time’. There is not enough time nor dialogue to reinforce this concept. It was time for us to embark. It was our mission to seek and find a suitable alternative to our decaying DanRik. If it were found inhabited, we were to destroy its inhabitants. These Earthlings are too strong willed. It is my evaluation that they cannot be turned to our way of thought, for quite the contrary, in one day alone they had used their mind control to actually alter our mission and to lead us about from one setting to another. They are most powerful. The Earthlings lead us back to the Elevation Enhancement Device and assisted us in re-boarding. Myzon will remain here to assist with further research of this matter. As we were boarding. Tall one said to short one. “Look there Boud, looks like a half cocked smiley face”. I had no idea what they were in reference to. Perhaps you will understand when viewing this photograph.

Smiling Door on Offshore Escape Pod. ©Myron Ropp

Smiling Door on Offshore Escape Pod. ©Myron Ropp

 

2 Responses to “Louisiana Chicken Aliens”

  1. Mary Miguez says:

    highly entertaining, charming, endearing story. Was sorry to have it end. Would love to see/read more from this incredible story teller and perhaps more importantly, I want to try that Gumbo!

    • Myron says:

      Thank you Mary for such a sweet and generous compliment. I most certainly appreciate you taking the time to read, and also to express your enjoyment of it.

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