“Hi,” said the little bottle, “I am Tobias Frogga. You must be Jacob’s Father.”
“Yes I… I am, my name is Ben” Answered the street vendor.
Tobias, doing his odd little dance moved closer to Ben and reached out his hand. Ben, with a short hesitation, reached out his hand as well. Gently, Ben shook hands with Tobias trying not to rattle him or his thin little arm.
“Not to be rude, but you are a bottle.” Stated Ben still in a state of confusion. Ben leaned back and sat on the edge of his vendor cart.
“This is true, but I am more than a mere bottle, I am an InterGalactic Messenger, and I have a message for you from your son, Jacob.” said Tobias