“How about a nice cup of tea?” Asked Mrs. Sputnik-Putarski.
Of course, if Ben had been more versed in historical alliterations he would have realized that, Sputnik being in her name, Mrs. Sputnik-Putarsky was probably a Russian spy, and that the Sputnik was a reference to the famous Sputnik sattelite which had been launched into orbit by the Russians in 1957. Sadly, Ben was entirely oblivious to this piece of somewhat arcane historical trivia.
“I would love a cup of tea.” Ben smiled.
The tea was delicious. It gave Ben a warm, cozy feeling all the way down to his toe. He began to get sleepy. His head began to nod.
Now it was Mrs. Sputnik-Putarsky’s turn to smile. Everything was going exactly to plan. She snapped her fingers, and a hoard of men in hazmat suits entered the room.
When Ben woke up he had no idea where he was. Nothing seemed familiar, and his feet were cramped. He tried to reposition his legs, but he didn’t have any room. There was a small window next to his head. By craning his neck just right he was able to catch a glimpse out of it.
Could that be? No. It was impossible.
And yet, it was true. Ben was in low earth orbit.
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Perhaps if Ben had heard her first name, Yuri, he’d have wised up right away.
Maybe. But Ben was never the brightest bulb.
Now he’s a celestial one.
Ha!
Happened to me once! When I looked down there was a dog getting overly familiar with my leg!
Yep. Been there.
This is why I drink coffee, and not tea.
Exactly.
I was ok with the Sputnik reference (I’m old enough to remember it for real) but it was the word “hazmat” that I had to look up!
Something to do with flooring, I think.