SF Drabble #307 “Local Hippo”

We call her ‘Bubbles’. She’s about eight feet long and almost six feet wide and tall. She wandered up to the lander on the second day, showing no fear — not even basic caution — but only curiosity.

Franklin has been able to get close enough to feed her; she’ll eat powdered ice cream right out of his hand now. He’s convinced she’s intelligent, and Doc agrees.

There’s a large marshy area to the West. We’re going to go check it out tomorrow, once Schultz gets the Wet Rover working. Meanwhile, Bubbles just keeps watching us intently and eating powdered ice cream.

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