Green Eggs: I, PhD.

Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American man takes in a Euro mail-order-bride from Europe and discovers a dark-curiosity about false-conjecture she's a disguised/spying Martian with 'know' agenda.

A mail-order-bride jitters fiction of Martian shape, for your Autumn-'25 season Monday. Thanks for reading, 

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"I had become a good Selfie age reader of things of cartoons and social media before deciding to accept the proposal of a Euro mail-order-bride (Elka) seeking to escape the bad-walls of Eastern Europe during the Russian invasion; but then my 'universe' of fantasy and everyday-life stories of culture/conveniences was turned inside-out when I began suspecting Elka's Martian origin(s). I wondered if I was made 'mark' because of my cartoon/media innocence-cleats of things of anticipated/normal daydreams of the Ego (Facebook-like)."

ELKA: You find me attractive, hubby.

ME: I married you for it, Elka (sure).

ELKA: Now, this claim you think I'm a transformed/hiding/spying alien.

ME: Are you from Mars, Elka?

ELKA: Maybe I am, and may be that I see you as a prime-number funny, ok.

ME: Funny?
ELKA: You like making me spinach-omelets on any given Sunday, fool!
ME: Funny?
ELKA: Maybe I mean to 'measure' your resilience of Earth-world normality, fool.

ME: You mark we humans as rebels, eh?

ELKA: You humans have abundance in 'troubles' of the heart (terrorism).

ME: Sure, we do, Elka (ok).

ELKA: Entreat your thesis I'm from Mars, but keep our chats discrete/discreet.

ME: Of course (Facebook-like).

"As I kept home with my Euro mail-order-bride of great romance, Elka, I had to think privately of her weird-word of claims-defense that she meant only to carry-on in the American Dream pursuit with me to allow me to make my own private/secret theories of her origins for human-race 'examination' so as to keep my own sanity. After all, I had no proof found but her journal-scribbles of how it'd be truth-funny if I discovered such a realism, of her Martian 'agenda' for spy-game. We Earthlings sure did 'court' much 'troubles' of the heart, and I wondered if Elka's 'invasion' cleats was my test of sovereignty (for home-life!). Nevertheless, she did love my green-eggs on any given Sunday (Selfie-like)."

ELKA: You may be finding me in some cemetery, with diary-in-hand, hubby.

ME: I feel like you're bringing out the Catholic mind in me, Elka (ok).

ELKA: We get along fine, hubby (no?).

ME: What if one given Sunday you made the spinach-omelets...with poison?

ELKA: Don't you humans adore the organic intrigue of poison-ivy plants?

ME: And Venus fly-traps, and termites, and anteaters, and ravens, sure!
ELKA: Can you not 'measure' I at minimal level at least learn of your America?

ME: We'll blend in fine, Elka...and I shall conclude a tombstone sanity for all this.

ELKA: Good...good luck, hubby (Selfie-like, for capitalist-education).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)