The Good Life

Little Tabitha couldn’t remember ever having a better, happier, funner or more perfecter day in all her life.

But even after the circus and the carnival and the pony ride and the pretty balloons and all the candy and the ice cream and now winding down for the evening in the back yard, she just couldn’t wait until these two strangers took her for another ride in their big shiny spaceship where she could spin and twirl and float in zero gravity, shoot brightly-colored plasma pulse lasers at orbiting satellites and visit her parents who were still sleeping in the special carbon-based-biped stasis probepods.

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