Impressions of a Travelling Alien – By Mr Alien

Friday, 27 August 2010

Saying H(a)i-ku

Smells funny, dark, cold.

I start to question travel.

And who’s Keira Wong?

The Write Impressions

I thought I better brush up on my writing lingo before I met this so-called children’s books writer, Keira Wong. Lula’s favourite books are poetry, and my SR101 (Satellite Researcher) tells me that haikus are a form of poetry from Japan.

I peeked a look over Ms C’s shoulder at the letters Angus, Issy, and Scott wrote to Keira. They said I liked chicken – well, I hope Keira listens as well as she writes and gets me some chicken! I need to have my KFC fix at least once a day.  Maybe Keira will give me more stuff I like if I request in haiku form. If she likes writing and I like chicken, maybe some sort of deal could be worked out.

Travelling – what do I think of it?

I had a lot of time to think in my bubble wrap encasing. The 2 day journey in a tight envelope from Melbourne to Sydney really squashes your mind in one big bubble wrap, each thought popping and bursting, making me giggle and momentarily forget my loneliness.  I miss Ms C and her class, and of course, Lula.

Travelling by mail is a bit ‘meh’.  It’s hot, not a lot of fresh air and I was having chicken cravings. When I travelled from Bobular to Earth was more exciting. Lula hadn’t grown her 3rd navigating tail yet, so she had to travel in the FV1912 (Fantastic Vehicle Model from 1912, fyi) with me. It is a lot more fun having a travelling partner. The FV1912 was my brother’s old spaceship but I’ve added some cool decorations like chicken bones and photos of Blahrg’s 4 suns setting.

The FV1912 was also more roomy, and I landed in Carlton. My mother, who first visited Ms C’s mother in the Earth year of 1962 said this was a good place to receive Bobular’s light rays of inter-space travel. I don’t know Sydney very well but the place where I landed was stuffy and squashy. I tore open the envelope to get some fresh air and realised I was trapped in another container, only it was darker, colder and smellier. Only a small strip of light was shining through and my envelope was being enveloped by other envelopes.  I struggled over the mounds of paper to push my head through the one strip symbolising my freedom. Peering down, I saw “15” emblazoned on the stone door. I think I was in Keira Wong’s smelly, dark and cold letterbox. Yuck.

Big eyes, big smile – bit scary!

Ah! A shadow loomed over my one strip of fresh air and sunshine. Move! 2 big eyes stared into the letterbox, then all I saw was teeth. Where had Ms C’s class sent me? I don’t like travelling like this, not by mail anyway! Where was Lula? 4 fingers reached into the letterbox and tugged at my purple nails. I wish Lula was here to protect me. Actually, the would have licked and kissed these fingers playfully, she would have made friends than protect her owner!  Noone can reists lula rubbing her rainbow fur and preening her tuftencles in their direction.

The 4 fingers grabbed me by my tuftencles and pulled me through the letterbox. I hissed my orange fortunge to let the grabber know this was not a common greeting on Bobular. It is like pulling one’s wrist beard or pinkie toe. The grabber sat me on the green grass in the open fresh air and smiled at me.

I had met Keira Wong.

Big eyes, big smile - You must be Keira Wong.