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He raised the wand. The alien ship dissolved around them, revealing the naked stars. Floppy hopped off the stage, through the vacuum of space without a suit, and landed on the Odyssey ’s hull. He looked back at Lia, gave a little salute with his carrot wand, and then tapped it against the hull.

She didn’t tell them about Floppy. Some things are better as a mystery. But she kept the carrot wand, which now sat in a glass case in her quarters, and every time the crew got too serious, she’d tap it against the bulkhead.

“It seemed like a good idea,” he said, weeping with laughter. Bunny Girl--39-s Strange Alien Adventure.rar

Lia, to her credit, did not scream. She was a professional. Instead, she asked, “What are you?”

She was the ship’s anthropologist and, by strange coincidence, the only crew member currently wearing a pair of fluffy white bunny ears. It was a bet she’d lost during the last hyperspace jump. The ears, embarrassingly, were magnetized to her headband. “Don’t say a word, Aris.” He raised the wand

The cylinder hissed open. Floppy hopped out. His movements were not like a rabbit’s; they were like a stop-motion puppet’s, jerky and deliberate. He hopped once, twice, and landed on the stage. He picked up the top hat with his paw, placed it on his head, and turned to her.

Lia floated back to the airlock, her bunny ears askew, still chuckling. She had no data, no specimen, and no proof. But when she got back to the ship, she found Aris Thorne dressed in a chicken costume, performing a mime routine for the bridge crew. He looked back at Lia, gave a little

Lia thought of the cold, dark void between galaxies. Of the silent, lonely pulsars. Of her own crew, five years into a ten-year mission, growing quiet and brittle.