Having breakfasted on beans and sprouts, Gordan had just commenced his morning constitutional when his backside erupted with such ferocity that he escaped Earth’s gravitational pull.
He orbited the galaxy awhile, eventually landing on Elipter, a planet inhabited with bewhiskered reptiles.
“Who’re you?” they asked.
“I come to free you from facial hair tyranny. Behold! The Razor of Rebrab! Let the shaving begin!”
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And that’s why you never see an alien lizard with a moustache.
My entry in the May 2019 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Animals
Genre: Tall Tales
M. Robert Gibson 