The kyrga trudged mournfully along the desert plain. It wasn’t meant for this climate. It was a soft, brown-furred, fluffy creature with a fluffier tail, domesticated ages ago by the sentient species that had once ruled the world. The kyrga didn’t know what they had been called. It had been ages since they’d gone. What with all the explosions and the running, and the scrambling about for food and shelter, and then the constant storms, and then the hiding, the kyrga had just plain lost track of things.
Now it was alone, and hungry, and in need of shelter and companionship. The sun, glaring down remorselessly from the sky, didn’t look in the mood to provide anything of the kind. The kryga wondered why this was so. It would never know, as it plodded along, one sad furry footstep after another, along the endless desert wastes-
“Okay, that’s it,” Constance, angel of the Lord, said as she watched from her post at the Pearly Gates. “I’m intervening.”
“I don’t know,” Tabitha said doubtfully. Tabitha was in the Choir, but had stopped by for a friendly chat. “Maybe you should check with someone. Gabriel maybe, or Michael?”
'“Nah,” Constance said. “I’m going in. Besides, it’s just one little guy. Who’s gonna notice?”
She swooped down, snatched the (greatly relieved) kyrga, and deposited it on a different world populated entirely by small bunny-like creatures and fish. Then she returned happily to the Pearly Gates.
Michael the Archangel, Commander of the Heavenly Hosts, stood blocking her way. He did not look happy. “All right,” he said, “What did you just do?”
Constance shrugged. “I saved a cute little fluff-monster from certain death, that’s all. You’re welcome.”
“Yeah, funny you should use the word monster,” the Archangel said. “You know what that thing’s called, right?”
“Yep,” Constance said. “Halo told me. It’s a kyrga!”
“Very good,” the Archangel said dryly. “You didn’t run a bio-analysis on it, did you?”
“Well, no, I was preoccupied saving it from the aforementioned certain death…”
“Did you know that prior to domestication it fed exclusively on its world’s variant of rabbit?”
“Uh-”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I had your friend Tabitha drop in and retrieve it before it could do any real, whatchacall, harm. It’s in a nice petting zoo we got up here now, right next to the unicorn.”
“Oh good,” Constance said.
“Next time,” the Archangel growled, “check with me first, all right?”
Constance saluted with angelic speed. “Y-yes sir!”
This story was inspired by the below prompt from
:
I would have been very vexed if this creature hadn't been saved--at least I'm going to assume it's safe. LOL
Gave me quite a chuckle!