Agent F undercover
It was a busy day as usual. Cars were honking in the New York streets, people were shouting, rushing past each other on the sidewalks, pushing and shoving as if the world was not enough for them. And all this time, no-one noticed they were actually passing by an extra-terrestrial. An alien, if you wish. With a most unusual form.
Frank was no ordinary pug. He was an agent undercover, sent by aliens to spy on the earthlings. Maybe he could figure out their selfish nature that led them to do the most stupid and idiotic things anyone could imagine.
Yet, Agent F still could not understand their weird mentality.
This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Shouts from the Abyss
Fix it or Deal