Visiting Uncle Wes is Always a Trip

The mini-van parked at Uncle Wes’s cabin.

“Remember, kids,” Dad said, “no making fun of his latest inventions.  He’s… different.”

“We know,” Xander said. “Right, Celeste?”

“Right,” his sister replied.

Minutes later, Wes revealed his newest creation. “He’s the perfect blend of a dog and cat. He’s a ‘cog,’ or maybe a ‘dat.’ Catches Frisbees and climbs trees!”

“Beautiful flowers,” Mom said, quickly changing subjects.

“Get back!” Wes shouted. “They’re my skunk roses!”

Too late.

Once back in the stinking van, dad hit the igniter. The family’s gills returned and they blasted into space.

“For an earthling, he’s cool,” Xander said.



Prompt: Strange progeny