I nearly stepped into an oozing puddle.
“Excuuuuse me!” the alien beauty queen said.
My face flushed. “Sorry.”
“Now, we brought you here because of humans’ reputation for unbearable ugliness,” my guide said, speaking cheerfully as if my presence here were a great honor instead of an involuntary abduction. “That will make you impartial in judging our Miss Galaxy competition. Come in!”
I followed him into the giant space dome, trying to feel flattered. After all, I had been chosen above all the humans on Earth. But it was pretty hard.
After all, back home, I had been Miss Galaxy.
Author’s Note: I once made up a series of paper dolls that I called “Galaxy Girls.” They were alien contestants for a beauty competition. None of them were beautiful by human standards, especially not the puddle that had a bow on it.
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