by Tracy Helixon -
Cloogurt had just finished his chores on Planet Dorzbot when a small object fell from above and landed right next to him. He stared down at it. Shiny, silver, and thin, it gleamed and sparkled under Dorzbot’s twelve bright suns. The object had a narrow handle, but at the top, the handle widened and divided into four smaller parts. What could it be?
Cloogurt leaned over and carefully touched the object. Was it alive? To Cloogurt’s relief, it did not sting or bite him. In fact, it just laid there on the ground. Cloogurt picked it up. The smooth, shiny handle fit perfectly in one of his six hands. He studied the object. What was it?
