At last, after only three tries, and intense training, our mission landed us on the snowy alps. But when we exited our ship, to our dismay the snow was sweet. And the ground was springy. This was not the Alps.
This was the Island of Geniose. Though we were on dry land, the natives were seeking higher ground. The next day predicted flooding from the approaching storms.
—-excerpt from the book of short stories, “I am lettuce, who are you?”