(A short story of two little green Martians, Krunoslav Gernhard, Vijesnik RS Magazine, 1983)
Two little green Martians are pacing by the
highway. Endless desert spreads all around in outraging heat. From time to time, some
lonely driver runs near them, not to give them a second look. One of the Martians is
silently confused, and another is kicking cans and little flints on the road, angry as
hell, and changing color of his skin like a chameleon.
You and your ideas! Phew!
First continuously keeps his mouth shut.
Only from time to time weakly blinks with all six pairs of his large insectoid eyes.
Whaddahell forced me to come with you
in a first place?, the second says in very nervous tone. Then turns his head
blamefully to the first. Genius wants a doctorate on Institute for Psychology of
Intelligent Species! And for his doctoral work chooses nothing but General
I was very good at that, the
first tries to defend. And according to the available data, there are many ill
subjects right here, on Earth.
And when you located one, beamed him
immediately onto the ship and drove us down here into the Death Valley, as Earthlings
I counted that nobody will bother us
here in our examinations!
You counted too good! Were in
real trouble now. Alone, in the middle of wasteland, on foreign planet, without any means
to turn us back home. Great! He keeps kicking tin with fester look in his twelve
Dont look me like that!,
squeaks the first. How could I suppose that this maniac will steal our flying