Sonny sat at the kitchen table, sipping his tea and reading the newspaper.
Chad walked in. Green shirt. Green hat. Green beads.
Sonny looked up. “…why are you dressed as the color of Earth vegetation?”
Chad looked down at his outfit. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day, dude.”
Sonny nodded slowly. “…and that requires you to resemble plant life?”
Chad started making coffee. “It’s tradition.”
Sonny considered this. “…what is the purpose of the tradition?”
Chad shrugged. “People wear green and go to bars to drink.”
“…why?”
Chad paused. “…honestly, I’m not totally sure.”
Sonny thought about this. “So the ritual involves dressing in a chlorophyll-like manner and becoming intoxicated.”
“Pretty much.”
Sonny nodded thoughtfully. “Did Saint Patrick do these things?”
Chad grabbed a mug from the cupboard. “I doubt it.”
Sonny put the paper down. “Then it seems the humans have misunderstood the assignment.”
Chad looked over. “I guess so. You gonna come out tonight?”
Sonny clasped his hands and put them to his mouth. “Will there be intoxicated plant-like humans?”
Chad smirked. “Oh yeah.”
Sonny looked over at Chad and nodded. “Then yes. This I must observe.”
He took out his Earth Log device and started typing.
Humans celebrate another human called Saint Patrick by wearing the color of chlorophyll and imbibing alcoholic beverages. Chad says this is normal. I must observe.