Rocket Men
By: Josh Embry
An old man sits on a bucket, peeling green beans. He hears a weeeeee-ahhhh sound slicing through the air and looks up to see a black ball of fire hurtling towards his farm. The man drops the beans in his hand and pulls his revolver off his hip.
“What is he pulling out of his pocket?” asks the small purple man inside the black ball of fire. He puts on a pair of square-rimmed glasses from a box labeled ERTH STUF.
“Those are the ones without any lens,” says the large green man.
The purple man pulls his glasses down to the tip of his nose hole. “Well, at least I’m frickin’ stylish.”
The green man rolls his eye. “Yeah, that’s what we’re here to do. Look stylish.”
“I look like… Elton John, don’t I?”
“Who?”
“The Earth singer,” says the purple man. “Sings about rockets and such.”
The green man shakes his head. “That’s John Elton.”
“I am a rocket man! See me up in the sky!” the purple man belts out.
The purple man points at the earth. “That man down there must think us to be rocket men.”
The man fires all six of his shots into the air, miles away from its intended target. He goes and gets his coyote-killing rifle and aims up at the fiery…
