Rodeos and aliens:

Brett takes his alien friend to a rodeo while they’re on shore leave. Brett grew up on a ranch so this was part of his childhood. He thought Menah-Tal might like it.

“I have never been to a rodeo before, what is the end goal of this activity?”

“The cowboy has to be able to stay on the back of a bull for eight seconds.”

“Only eight of your seconds?”


“And this is considered difficult?”

“It takes some practice to be able to do it, so I guess so.”

The rodeo announcer gave the first cowboy’s name and the gate opened. Menah-Tal stared with all three eyes as a human clung to the back of a leaping writhing monster crowned with horns. Presently the vicious bucking flung the human under the creature’s hooves and he scrambled out to avoid being pummeled to death.

Menah-Tal squeaked and wrapped himself up into a tight ball on his seat, still staring at the awful spectacle.

“Are these convicts struggling to regain lost honor?”

Brett blinked.

“What? No, they’re just normal dudes. This is what they do for fun.”

“FOR FUN???”

“Yeah, it’s sorta a piece of our herita-”

“FOR FUN???”

Calm down, dude. It’s just a rodeo-”