Little Eddy was at a friend’s house for the day. June was in bed asleep when the radio abruptly turned on.
“Hey there, kiddos!” said a tough, grizzly sounding masculine voice, like a biker or pro wrestler.
“Do you like writing fiction? Well I love it! Did you know you can sell stories to the MOST POPULAR magazine devoted to sci fi? Fantasy? Even horror?!”
Sounds of explosions.
“I, Havage the Savage, wrestler of monsters, want to read stories sent in by you! If I approve what I read, then you’ll see your story in Scifansorer Magazine!”
Electric guitar solo plays in the background.
A much lower, more sane voice gave the web address for more details. He then spoke a fountain of legal gibberish that June did not want to hear. She got out of bed and walked over to turn the radio off.
Havage the Savage? Sounds like someone Whartleburg would fight. Her thoughts of Whartleburg led June to thinking about her sister Victoria.
Having gone through a metamorphosis into a new Enzectozoid, Victoria had become dangerous. She was a threat to herself and to others. She needed training, and no one on earth could appreciate her like another Enzectozoid. Luckily, Whartleburg had left with June a mini dimensional portal leading back to his home world.
“All Enzectozoids carry them and they’re easy to make,” she remembered him saying to her, “Keep it turned to channel 5 for your safety, so that I’m the only one who can use it.”
Victoria will get the help and training she needs with Whartleburg. Surely she will, June thought. Next Christmas will be very different.
When June finally turned off the alarm she heard beeping.
A strange blue light, followed by a whoosh sound, came from the laundry room. June had forgotten to turn the portal device back to channel 5. It had been on channel 3, a public channel, for a week and now something was coming. There’s no telling what found its way inside her house!
Excerpt from “Enzectozoid Chronicles: The Legacy of Whartleburg the Whalloper” from the curiously long book of short stories, I am lettuce, who are you?
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