Friday Flash: Pepito Ponders His Status

Sonneteer's note: this is the fifth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here ,Part the Threeth here and part the Fourth here.

Their strange task now completed, the crack crew

Of that good ship, the Grokulator, step

Back for a moment to admire the view

Before Yectara calls to them, says "Yep,

That's what was needed. Now we must away."

They gather up their tools. Pepito stands

As stolid as a cow, which, one might say,

Is only natural. Such strange demands

As these are new to one who, before now

Took nothing but drink orders. Now he's made

A crop circle in his own likeness. How

He got here is beyond him. He's been played.

But there's Yectara, standing by the door.

She blows a kiss, and he don't care no more.