Blogofficer Anobella

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While Anobella was contemplating the trouts proposal, the almighty Smarf struggled with the controls of their damaged spacecraft. He found out, that the propulsion blasters were useless, but unscathed. The almighty Smarf emerged from the smoldering wreckage.
Ì`m marroned by a hostile world!“, he shouted.
„Awe!“, the little frog shouted. „Did you see that?“
Anobella, busy with the maintenance of her spacecraft, turned to him.
„See what?“
„There was a huge explosion ...“, the little frog said upset.
Anobella tried to detect Smarf at the horizon again. „I reckon, he threw the signal racket into the lake to catch some fish“, she contemplated.

All of a sudden Anobella had the right idea how to repair her spacecraft. She got on the plain, used a screw-driver at the right place, checked the flaps, the fuel and started – the little frog by her side – back to earth. She piloted the FSF-14 at more than 1500 km per hour. After less than an hour the earth came into view!
„Ooooops“, the frog said.
„What´s up?“, Anobella asked, looking enthusiastically at Germany.
„We forgot Smarf and the trout.“
„Geeeeeeez ... couldn´t you tell me earlier? We´re right over Hamburg. We should say „Hi!“ to his Mom and tell her that he´s fine on Planet Gargh.“
„Well, we don´t have his adress ...“
Anobella searched her purse. „Haven´t we? But that´s ridiculous!
I would never ever have taken him to another planet without access to his home adress!“
The little frog shrugged his shoulders. „He´s a bit picky ...“
„Now that´s the result!“,Anobella said angrily. „Anyway! I need fuel to go back to Planet Gargh!“
Spacewoman Anobella landed on the airport with grim accuracy.