R. Mayweather And The Cold Planet - By Daniel Errico
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He checked every latch, and he fixed every drip.
It was time for his voyage to deep outer space.
As always, he hoped to find some unknown place.
Raymond’s ship hurtled through the Earth’s atmosphere into outer space. He flew past all of the other planets he had visited. He took the Galactic Highway to the very end. He flew further into space than he ever had before!
Eventually he came upon a small blue planet. As he got closer, he realized that the entire planet was covered in ice. He set his ship down on a frozen landing pad and put on his specially designed arctic snowsuit.
As Raymond hopped out of his ship, a small blue creature covered in fur greeted him.
“Hello there!” said the furry creature, “Thank goodness you’re here. Do you have our latest shipment of tilber?”
Raymond was a bit confused.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what tilber is. I am Raymond Mayweather, space traveler and artic adventurer extraordinaire.”
“Oh, that is terribly disappointing,” said the creature as he scampered off into a large igloo shaped building.
Raymond followed after the creature. He was not used to such a cold welcome, and he needed to warm up. However, when he got inside the building, he found that it was not any warmer than outside!
The fuzzy creature was sitting around a table with many others around him. Raymond had secretly decided that he would refer to the creatures as “fruzzies” in his space diary.
“Excuse me,” said Raymond, “But what is tilber? There are many planets that have different names for things in this universe. Perhaps I might know where some tilber can be found.”
“Tilber is what we use to heat our planet. We burn the tilber and it keeps us warm. Our supply ran out days ago, and we have no more left. I have ordered shipments, but none have come. It seems that no other planets have any tilber to be found. As Supreme Chancellor of this planet, I have to find a solution.”
The other fruzzies around the table started to stir upon hearing their leader’s disappointment.
“Mr. Chancellor, sir,” said a very stern faced fruzzy, “As head of your military, I suggest that we attack another planet and take their resources. The best part is, they’ll never expect it!”
“It is not their fault that we ran out of tilber,” said the Chancellor, “No.”
“Mr. Chancellor, sir,” said a female fruzzy with long frizzy hair, “As head of your science department, I feel that we may be able to heat our planet by building large rockets and projecting our planet closer to our sun. It might be a good idea to build some brakes as well…”
“Our planet is fine where it is,” said the Chancellor. “Besides, what would we use as fuel for the rockets? Need I remind you that we are out of tilber?”
The female fruzzy was noticeably embarrassed by her oversight.
“Mr. Chancellor, sir!” said an overexcited younger-looking fruzzy, “As your son, and the newest member of your council, I think the best idea is to issue everyone thermometers that say it is warmer than it really is. That way they’ll think that they are warmer.”
The Chancellor and the other fruzzies did not know what to say. Raymond then took the opportunity to step in and speak up.
“Ahem, Mr. Chancellor, sir. You are clearly surrounded by many good ideas. However, if you have any small amount of tilber for me to take with me, I can analyze it back on my ship. If there is indeed no more tilber left elsewhere, then perhaps I can find a good substitute. “
The Chancellor agreed and told Raymond to meet him out back behind the building. The rest of the fruzzies at the table continued to argue about what they should do next. At the moment, the Chancellor’s son was winning the argument.
Raymond brought his ship to where the Chancellor was waiting, right in front of a three enormous mountains with no tops.
“These are the containers that we use to hold all our tilber. They used to be full, but now they are empty. There may be one or two pieces of tilber left over, if you’d like to go check.”
Raymond noticed some creatures much larger than the fruzzies, sitting nearby looking bored.
“Who are they?” asked Raymond.
“Ah, those are the balders. They shovel the tilber into our furnaces. Since we ran out of tilber, they have nothing to do,” said the Chancellor.
Raymond climbed up the nearest mountain to peek inside. When he got to the top, he realized something he had not before.
“These are space volcanoes!” Raymond thought to himself. He had seen similar volcanoes on many other planets that he had visited. As usual, this gave Raymond an idea.
After a quick slide down the mountainside, Raymond greeted the Chancellor.
“Did you find any tilber?” asked the Chancellor.
“No, I did not,” said Raymond, “but there is a new plan! These balders seem to be good with shovels. Do you think they could do some digging?”
The Chancellor was perplexed, but he listened to Raymond’s plan. It turned out to be a better plan than invading a planet, better than driving the planet into the sun, and even better than trick thermometers!
After days of work, Raymond and the Chancellor called all the fruzzies and all the balders to see what they had accomplished.
“Good creatures,” said Raymond, “Although you are out of tilber, you need not freeze…”
All of the fruzzies from the council were confident that their idea had been chosen to save the planet. So they were surprised to hear what Raymond said next.
“It turns out that you’ve been storing your tilber supplies inside large space volcanoes. And as any good space traveler knows, all it takes to wake up a space volcano is some space pepper. And I never leave Earth without some.”
Raymond walked to the top of the first volcano and sprinkled some space pepper inside.
The space volcano grumbled and rumbled, and it started to shake. Raymond slid back down the mountain to wait with the others. Soon there was a loud, “AH CHOO,” and then space lava started flowing down the mountain.
Fortunately, the balders had dug a large moat around the planet that collected the lava and kept everyone safe. Almost immediately, the planet began to warm!
All of the fruzzies and balders cheered. The Chancellor’s son commented on how his fur was making him very warm, now that the planet was heated naturally. After a big celebration, the balders carried Raymond on their shoulders and took him back to his spaceship.
“Thank you!” said the Chancellor. “Please come visit us again, soon.”
Raymond waved goodbye and bid them farewell. As he closed the door to his ship, he saw the Chancellor’s son, who was sporting a new fur-less look, waving goodbye.
Raymond Mayweather tuned up his ship.
He checked every latch, and he fixed every drip.
He hurried on home, where the temperature’s right,
And he cranked up the heat for his long return flight.
It was time for his voyage to deep outer space.
As always, he hoped to find some unknown place.
Raymond’s ship hurtled through the Earth’s atmosphere into outer space. He flew past all of the other planets he had visited. He took the Galactic Highway to the very end. He flew further into space than he ever had before!
Eventually he came upon a small blue planet. As he got closer, he realized that the entire planet was covered in ice. He set his ship down on a frozen landing pad and put on his specially designed arctic snowsuit.
“Hello there!” said the furry creature, “Thank goodness you’re here. Do you have our latest shipment of tilber?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what tilber is. I am Raymond Mayweather, space traveler and artic adventurer extraordinaire.”
“Oh, that is terribly disappointing,” said the creature as he scampered off into a large igloo shaped building.
Raymond followed after the creature. He was not used to such a cold welcome, and he needed to warm up. However, when he got inside the building, he found that it was not any warmer than outside!
The fuzzy creature was sitting around a table with many others around him. Raymond had secretly decided that he would refer to the creatures as “fruzzies” in his space diary.
“Excuse me,” said Raymond, “But what is tilber? There are many planets that have different names for things in this universe. Perhaps I might know where some tilber can be found.”
“Tilber is what we use to heat our planet. We burn the tilber and it keeps us warm. Our supply ran out days ago, and we have no more left. I have ordered shipments, but none have come. It seems that no other planets have any tilber to be found. As Supreme Chancellor of this planet, I have to find a solution.”
The other fruzzies around the table started to stir upon hearing their leader’s disappointment.
“Mr. Chancellor, sir,” said a very stern faced fruzzy, “As head of your military, I suggest that we attack another planet and take their resources. The best part is, they’ll never expect it!”
“It is not their fault that we ran out of tilber,” said the Chancellor, “No.”
“Mr. Chancellor, sir,” said a female fruzzy with long frizzy hair, “As head of your science department, I feel that we may be able to heat our planet by building large rockets and projecting our planet closer to our sun. It might be a good idea to build some brakes as well…”
“Our planet is fine where it is,” said the Chancellor. “Besides, what would we use as fuel for the rockets? Need I remind you that we are out of tilber?”
The female fruzzy was noticeably embarrassed by her oversight.
“Mr. Chancellor, sir!” said an overexcited younger-looking fruzzy, “As your son, and the newest member of your council, I think the best idea is to issue everyone thermometers that say it is warmer than it really is. That way they’ll think that they are warmer.”
The Chancellor and the other fruzzies did not know what to say. Raymond then took the opportunity to step in and speak up.
“Ahem, Mr. Chancellor, sir. You are clearly surrounded by many good ideas. However, if you have any small amount of tilber for me to take with me, I can analyze it back on my ship. If there is indeed no more tilber left elsewhere, then perhaps I can find a good substitute. “
The Chancellor agreed and told Raymond to meet him out back behind the building. The rest of the fruzzies at the table continued to argue about what they should do next. At the moment, the Chancellor’s son was winning the argument.
Raymond brought his ship to where the Chancellor was waiting, right in front of a three enormous mountains with no tops.
Raymond noticed some creatures much larger than the fruzzies, sitting nearby looking bored.
“Who are they?” asked Raymond.
“Ah, those are the balders. They shovel the tilber into our furnaces. Since we ran out of tilber, they have nothing to do,” said the Chancellor.
“These are space volcanoes!” Raymond thought to himself. He had seen similar volcanoes on many other planets that he had visited. As usual, this gave Raymond an idea.
After a quick slide down the mountainside, Raymond greeted the Chancellor.
“Did you find any tilber?” asked the Chancellor.
“No, I did not,” said Raymond, “but there is a new plan! These balders seem to be good with shovels. Do you think they could do some digging?”
The Chancellor was perplexed, but he listened to Raymond’s plan. It turned out to be a better plan than invading a planet, better than driving the planet into the sun, and even better than trick thermometers!
After days of work, Raymond and the Chancellor called all the fruzzies and all the balders to see what they had accomplished.
“Good creatures,” said Raymond, “Although you are out of tilber, you need not freeze…”
All of the fruzzies from the council were confident that their idea had been chosen to save the planet. So they were surprised to hear what Raymond said next.
“It turns out that you’ve been storing your tilber supplies inside large space volcanoes. And as any good space traveler knows, all it takes to wake up a space volcano is some space pepper. And I never leave Earth without some.”
Raymond walked to the top of the first volcano and sprinkled some space pepper inside.
The space volcano grumbled and rumbled, and it started to shake. Raymond slid back down the mountain to wait with the others. Soon there was a loud, “AH CHOO,” and then space lava started flowing down the mountain.
Fortunately, the balders had dug a large moat around the planet that collected the lava and kept everyone safe. Almost immediately, the planet began to warm!
All of the fruzzies and balders cheered. The Chancellor’s son commented on how his fur was making him very warm, now that the planet was heated naturally. After a big celebration, the balders carried Raymond on their shoulders and took him back to his spaceship.
“Thank you!” said the Chancellor. “Please come visit us again, soon.”
Raymond waved goodbye and bid them farewell. As he closed the door to his ship, he saw the Chancellor’s son, who was sporting a new fur-less look, waving goodbye.
Raymond Mayweather tuned up his ship.
He checked every latch, and he fixed every drip.
He hurried on home, where the temperature’s right,
And he cranked up the heat for his long return flight.
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