Science Fiction Trailhead: 4 Chuckles

In an alternate universe, one with sharp cheddar cheese that costs one dollar per pound, there is a small city on a small lake with small waves. Those small waves often entrap the visual sensory organs of a small species called....uh....Zorons. Zorons seem to love the methodical and ever shifting waves of lakes. Especially small ones. The smaller the wave, and the lake, for that matter, the more Zorons' visual sensory organs are massaged into easy pacification.

Pacification for Zorons, however, is more like what we would call dancing. The more calm and steady a Zoron's mind becomes, the more her feet can't avoid tapping. The tapping grows calmer and more excited until the Zoron is gyrating her hips rhythmically (and sometimes arhythmically) to the beat of the pacifying waves.

On this particularly wavey day, a particular Zoron named Katchub is gyrating with a special sauce of calm wave induced gyration. His hips are swinging and his mind is falling deeper into a relaxation unknown to the species we know as 'Merican. Katchub, you see, is looking straight into the miniscule depths of Lake Minnehooter and is just tickled chillaxed. He giggles with profound calm as his hips move more excitedly.