Short story week.

Relatively happy with my first short story on Friday, I have decided to make this week,short story week. I will write five short stories which I hope you all enjoy.

Space traveler, biologist, swami, adept, high level master of several forms of martial arts, many of which had the workds kung or tao in their titles, Daniel Trenfant III had as many titles as he had fingers. It may be important to note that, if you counted thumbs and pinkies as fingers, that Dan had twelve. Picked on as a child by his small minded classmates for his deformity and suffering the lowered self esteem that a poorly thought out name like Danny Danny octopus fanny could pass on to a young lad, he poured him self into isolated studying and advanced learning, gaining knowledge far beyond his years. By the delicate age of twelve he had already graduated from high school and was sought out by several of Americas finer coligiate institutions. When Dan reached maturity he had collected as many as three BAs and four Doctorates in medicine, arts and the sciences. At the age of twenty one, he was the youngest person ever to be named to the NASA space program and was soon on his way to Mars with seven other colleagues, who, upon arrival at the red planet, would began terra-restoration excersises to make the crimson rock more of a greenish blue rock. On the evening of December seventh two thousand twenty five, the shuttle succesfully landed on Mars and Dan was the first man ever to step on it's once unreachable ground. 'Looks very red', was the first sentence that flew from his awe struck lips, befuddlement making him completely forget the lengthy peom by Wordsworth he had originally intended to recite, 'Oh Damn it', was the second. The first two weeks of terraforming went by as one would expect, slowly but as things got clicking, and water began to flow once more on the ancient and seemingly lifeless sphere, the pace picked up a bit. A very big bit infact. Mars took on a whole new life of its own and the planets atmosphere adapted quickly, beyond any dreams of its pioneer hosts. Within seven years over half of the planets surface had reformed into a lush oasis and strangegly enough, here and there, animal life began to appear. One night as Dan relaxed next to one of the rippling streams that ran about the land, he heard a noise that he did not recognize but it sounded like laughter. Following the sound toward the outlet pond that he knew this river spilt into, he espied a sight that shook him to the very soul. In the small pond, giggling and splashing about, was a woman, the most incredible woman ever to giggle and splash about across his now weeping eyes. 'Excuse me miss, do not be afraid', Dan spoke to her fully expecting her to flee,' My name is Dan, I am from Earth'. The beauty did not flee, she turned to him and absorbed him with her dark eyes,' That is the worst pick up line I have ever heard', was the responce the woman flung back. Taken aback once again by the fact that this radiant goddess spoke his language,' Huh, wha, mungafaw...'? was his retort. 'Very eloquently put there mister, so you gonna hang about all slack jawed and flustered or are you gonna get naked and hop in this pond'? Stuttering but knowing a sure thing when it told him it was a sure thing, Dan stripped to his nude suit and waded into the icy water. 'Wow', said the woman, ' I hope it was as cold on land as it is in this pond, elsewise your member is liable to shrivel right up inside of you', said the lass. 'Hey no need for that', scolded Dan, 'I am in a slight state of shock right now and had been suprised to see such a raveshing lady in a pond on a planet we had belived to be devoid of lifeforms'. The woman gave a flirtatious stare,' I am sorry tiny but if I am such a beauty shouldn't it be gaining size rather than seamingly trying to hide in your anus, at any rate, I will try and be more polite in the future, mabye you just look poorly endowed when you measure yourself against those ridiculously odd sized hands, geuss it disproves that myth about hand size though doesn't it'? Stunned by this further attack, his penis was one thing but his hands, that was going to far and at that Dan wheeled about, collected his belongings and walked back to camp all the while trying to block out the shouts of,' Oh don't be that way, I was only playing, come on back and we can give it a whirl, see if anything interesting pops up'. Back at the encampment, Dan packed his gear and insisted on immediate reassignment to Earth, within hours he was in the air and glad to be leaving his once beloved experiment. As he watched the orb shrink in the porthole of the transport ship tears formed in his eyes, he then spread out his hands and let them drip on his supernumerary digits, 'What a bitch', Dan spoke and never set foot on Mars again.