Two enemy pilots crashed onto an uninhabited planet while engaged.
They gradually learned to trust each other, and became good friends.
The alien pilot told the human he was pregnant (don’t ask) then died.
The human’s bittersweet joy at this event was interrupted when thousands of baby aliens devoured him.
After the chlorophyll plague swept through the planet’s vegetation, the few remaining plants and trees became very rare and precious.
But I found a solution. I build concrete gardens. Wood, even dead wood, is scarce. But the rocks needed for concrete are everywhere.
Really wish I had green paint, though.
“xpwwtgqqqqqqqqqqq,” typed Koko the monkey with a human on its back. “Get off my back, I’m working,” it thought. The research assistant moved on to the next monkey.
Koko pulled out the sheet and threw it away. He used the next sheet to continue his play, “Planet of the Monkeys”