Hearth Gods XXXVI - Non-Fiction Night!
[POET has survived several austere months as a resident artist on the moon, when one day he spots something at the bottom of a huge crater. POET gathers all of his best writing and climbs down the crater.
At the center he finds a BEER-ALIEN surveying the horizon.
He approaches the BEER-ALIEN reverently, holding out his poems and stories in one hand, eyes averted, thinking to himself--Finally, I will be read. Finally, I will be understood...
The BEER-ALIEN takes the pages, leafs through them, and hands them back. He turns to face the Earthrise and burbles.]
POET: But...but why?!
BEER: I MOSTLY READ NONFICTION