The little boy was barely knee-high. He walked up and tugged on the tip of one of Chulguh’s tentacles. “Mister, are you an alien?”
Chulguh gazed down at the human child. “I suppose it depends on how you look at it.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, to me, you’re the alien.”
The little boy giggled. “I’m not an alien. You’re an alien! You’re all funny looking and weird!” He ran off, possibly to join his parents.
Chulguh turned back to his companion. “Are you sure we can’t eat those?”
“Absolutely not. Well, not before the trade deal is signed, anyhow.”