Evening Mood painting

"Hey, that's my dinner!" Luke exclaimed. But no sooner had the creature taken his first bite than he spat out what he hadtasted, his deeply lined face wrinkling like a prune. "Peewh!" he said spitting."Thank you, no. How get you so big eating food of this kind?" He looked Luke upand down. Before the astounded youth could reply, the creature flipped the food container inLuke's direction, then dipped one of his small and delicate hands into another supplycase. "Listen, friend," Luke said, watching this bizarre scavenger, "we didn't mean toland here. And if I could get my fighter out of this puddle I would, but I can't.So—" "Can't get your ship out? Have you tried? Have you tried?" the creaturegoaded. Luke had to admit to himself that he had not, but then the whole idea waspatently ludicrous. He didn't have the proper equipment to— Something in Luke's case had attracted the creature's interest. Luke finallyreached the end of his patience when he saw the crazy little being snatch somethingout of the supply case. Knowing that survival depended on those supplies, he