Splootalien -

It was the size of a beached cargo pod, shaped like a deflated bouncy castle, and covered in short, orange fuzz. Its four limbs—if you could call them that—splayed outward at cartoonishly perpendicular angles. Its belly, a pale cream color, was pressed flush against the cracked mudflat. Its face, such as it was, consisted of two googly eyes (genuine, not metaphorical) and a tiny, pursed mouth that made a soft "mrrp" sound.

For the next six hours, she tried everything. Fish-shaped treats? The splootalien rolled onto its side, splooting laterally. Holographic prey? It batted it once with a limp paw, then ignored it. A mirror? The alien looked at its own reflection, seemed to admire its pancake-like grandeur, and splooted harder. splootalien