posted on Sep, 2 2017 @ 01:33 AM
Earth Finally Gets Noticed
The message came via currier. The entire family was with me when it arrived. After spending half my life in training, I was finally going to get an
Ambassador spot on another planet.
The Planetary Office Of Protocol (POOP) had been my home for almost as long as I could remember. The training was intense. The drop-out rate
averaged around 98 percent. Only the smartest, the bravest, the strongest survived the tests and constant training.
Once you graduated from POOP though, you were considered the best of the best, a leader, and a representative of the best that the galaxy had to
offer. All ambassadors were heralded as the true saviors of the peace that reigned throughout the entire galaxy. We were all proud of our POOP. I
was proud of my POOP. My parents never stopped talking about POOP and my gal; she constantly took pictures of me and POOP to show off to her
friends.
That isn’t to say that we didn’t have competition in the galaxy.
There are a federation of planets that have their own ambassadorial program. The Federal Army Regional Territories (FART). They are often louder
than POOP. Some planets expect POOP and get FART instead. Often times, planets were expecting FART and got POOP instead.
It was a mess.
They (FART) are louder than POOP and certainly make more noise. But POOP is proud of their own efforts and has made massive movements towards
eliminating waste in planetary negotiations. As a proud member of POOP, I can say that we have won a number of awards. Specifically, the Global Re
Unification Nexus Trophy, or GRUNT.
You won’t find a POOP without a GRUNT, although, to be honest, several FART efforts have been rewarded in GRUNT’s.
But I digress.
The messenger had arrived, the band was ready to play and the target planet was going to be announced.
Everyone was silent as the messenger stood at the podium and unrolled the scroll to read the contents.
“By the Planetary Office Of Protocol, I hereby announce the following; Zek Begreeblow is now the official Ambassador of the planet the inhabitants
call, Earth.”
The messenger cleared his throat.
“That is not all. The Planetary Office Of Protocol has also invited the Federal Army Regional Territories to also share in ambassadorial
responsibilities of this planet. POOP and FART are both going to visit Earth.”
It was the proudest moment of my life. My parents wept. Earth was in for such an honor to be visited by POOP and FART.
I only hope they take it as seriously as I do.