Day 14 of Story a Day in May. Today’s prompt is Write a story that includes a sidekick. I think I’ve found the perfect picture to go with the prompt
© Larry Gevert – Dreamstime.com
Gralapo from the galaxy Oppleoopoo spun around as he heard a raucous voice yell,
“Back, back, back…down ya shark livered varmint!”
He blinked at the strange-looking creature in front of him. He’d never seen anything like it. It had strange red hair covering its head, and unlike his own smooth triangular face, this one was round, with a strange helmet on its head.
“Greetings human,” Gralapo chimed. “I come in peace.”
The red-haired creature stared at him with huge round eyes. “I’m Yosemite Sam, and I don’t stand for no peace…I’m giving you ten seconds to draw your gun.”
Gralapo waved his hand and the creature collapsed on the grass. “You’ll soon change your mind red-haired stranger. You and I will be the best of travelling companions.”
A few weeks later, Gralapo and Sam landed on Delton 5 – a planet consisting mostly of deserts and wild high mountains. They set up a boundary and waited, and waited.
“We need to be careful Sam of Yosemite; the inhabitants here are not very friendly.”
Sam looked out the view port and cursed as a gangly six-limbed monstrosity charged towards their spaceship. “Great horny toads…a trespasser gettin’ footie prints all over my desert.” He pulled his six-guns out of their holsters and took aim.
“No! No! Sam. The boundary fence will stop them—weapons are not needed.”
Gralapo waved his hand and Sam’s weapons flew into the air.
They watched at more of the six-limbed inhabitants appeared and the boundary fence began to disintegrate.
Gralapo dragged Sam back to the spaceship, threw him into his seat and within seconds, they were through the gravitational pull of the planet.
Tension remained thick on the flight deck as they travelled back to Earth. Gralapo wondered how he’d been so wrong. He was sure Sam of Yosemite would make a good sidekick in his galactic travels. Sadly, it was not to be.
They landed on the edge of the forest, and Gralapo deposited Sam on a moss-covered rock.
“Farewell, Sam of Yosemite. I am sorry things didn’t work out for us.”
Sam jumped up and down as the spaceship slowly rose into the air. “Come back here you muley-headed maverick. I ain’t finished sides kickin’ yet.”