Tuttle Warmbus chewed his four lips over the planets in the sky.
There were two -- one had mountains, the other an ocean.
Today was the day he'd sling to Trollip-3, being the first Scuttletronian explorer to do so.
His Slingboat was packed and ready. The crowd reeling at the now possible impossibilities.
Tension cracking in the otherwise calm air.
With a gentle whirrr the Slingboat eased itself off of Trollip-1's surface.
Tuttle scuttled the controls with ease. He held in his lungsack as he left his atmosphere.
The ride was short -- only 4 lightshifts until he touched down on Trollip-3.
His people had existed as a culture for over 3 million lightrevolutions --
always staring up, wondering if anyone lived next door.
He stepped out of the Slingboat. --
"One small lope for Scuttletron, one giant lumber for Scuttletronia."
The Mugwulps blinked their 6 eyes at the strange creature who blinked his 2 eyes back.
"dinner!" they agreed unison as they hopped to surround it.
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