Shure and begorra, it was a great day for the Earth! The first envoy from another world was about to speak--that is, if he could forget that horse for a minute....
"Glork is right," Dermott swallowed.
Tim Casey closed his mouth with an effort. "Do you mind the color of his face?" he blurted.
"How could I help it?"
Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed pink hand down his purplish countenance and yawned again. "Gorra manigan horp soratium," he said.
Patrolman Dermott and Patrolman Casey shot stares at each other. "'Tis double talk he's after givin' us," Casey said.
Dameri Tass frowned. "Harama?" he asked.
Larry Dermott pushed his cap to the back of his head. "That doesn't sound like any language I've even heard about."
A somewhat slapstick treatment of a first contact story. The alien's immediate need is to sleep, and while he does, the world jumps to conclusions.
An alien zoo collector that takes a wrong turn and lands on earth.
Funny. How can you not like a story where an alien addresses the UN
in a strong 'irish brogue', I'm thinking.