“What is it?” asked the Commander, Krim. His one eye observed the tiny human between his claw-like fingers.
“It’s called a politician, Sir,” said Ebluk. “The only earth comparison is a Baboon.”
Krim sniffed the creature. It stunk.
“Well, put it in a jar and let’s go. What intervention is recommended?”
“Ships computer recommends a female dominant species to take over. Lions perhaps.”
“Fine. Throw them in.”
Ebluk tapped the device. Five lionesses appeared in the large white structure. They returned to the ship. No one heard when the screaming stopped.