Short Story: Tweeter and the Space Monkey

Did the monkey’s teeth chatter? It wouldn’t be surprising, Tweeter thought. The temperature had dropped another 5 degrees in the last hour and the monkey didn’t have a standard all-weather coverall like she did.

Not that it was making much of a difference in these sub-zero temperatures. Snow was starting to build up on the right port holes, the ship still precariously perched on the snow-covered rock it had landed on. A nightmare planet, Tweeter reflected. It hadn’t been her plan to set down,...