More then meets the eye!

(#00378 - A013)

[AN: This is one of the ones I got from the post that gets you mail. I got three in total.]

Etta had often found evidence for human insanity, but she was constantly surprised by the human capacity for being unobservant. They could make anything normal.

Cogniscent lizards? Fine. Lizards in uniform? Okay. A dog in uniform was ‘cute’ and Etta had to reserve some time apart from her duties for photographs of her with Boy. A lizard walking a dog along the queues of folks applying for an intermediary-length visa was just background noise.

Officers and sniffer dogs had been around for centuries.

But whenever Boy indicated…

“Boss! Boss! Boss! Bad no-no smell! Boy find! Boy find! Good dog!”

“By-the-Powers, it talks!”

Evidently, snuffling-creature-on-all-fours meant “dog” in many humans’ minds, and they didn’t look further than “dog” to find the enlarged head, the adapted muzzle, or the rudimentary thumbs on Boy’s front paws, coupled with the fingernail-eque claws that all spelled “Augment” to anyone with the powers of basic observation.

And then any surrounding humans would comment about how Boy “didn’t really look like an Augment,” and take pictures or video of Etta and Boy performing their security duties.

Boy had found some cheese. Again. What was it with humans and their fermented lactate products? “Are you aware that unrestrained cheese is a biohazard?” she sighed.

“It’s just cheddar…” And second to the capacity for human inobservance, was their capacity for ignorance.

“We’re going to have to irradiate your luggage, honoured cogniscent. I will have to take your details, and send you a free copy of the galactic standards for food safety and galactic transportation.”

“Again?” the human whined. “I’ve already got five of them…”

And then there was the capacity for wilful ignorance. Etta was tempted, as she always was, to take this one and dangle them head-down over the Glunk until they apologised. “Why haven’t you read them?” she enquired.

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