Now The Maker was actually a cantankerous old coot from Aldavari IV in Dimension N
and although his race knew "Creation " any which way,space flight had eluded them
for a few eons.
However Bob down the road had finally gotten his flivver to fly
and all the other Makers were all planning to have a breatfast and singalong
in Dimension O,the one The Maker had planned to place Earth into till it rolled
off the lab bench as marble sized planets are wont to do.
The Maker had long forgotten about Earth after a eon or two,and was unaware of Ken the
stallion,Dartmoor and the rest of us.
The Missus was impatient to get to the breakfast so she could gossip with the other
Makers wifes
So her hollerin caused The Maker to make a grab for the wrong travelling coat.Instead of
his normal checkered duster with the goggles,he'd grabbed a dirty old lab coat the
Missus had taken from the Lab and intended to toss out with the morning trash.
Down on Earth Ken and the rest of us were subjected to severe motion sickness,as Earth
had rolled into the deep pockets of the Lab coat.
Soon The Maker had Old Bessie the flivver chugging away and He and the Missus were
on their way to the Makers and Wives breakfast in Dimension O...