Micro Science Fiction for Everyone: 1.5.
THANG: By M. Gardner
The Earth had completed another orbit around the Sun, spinning slowly and silently as it always had. The East had tallied a new record harvest of yellow rice and yellow children, enormous stockpiles of atomic weapons were accumulating in certain strategic centers, and the scholars at the University of Chicago were uttering words of profound wisdom when Thang arrived and took the Earth between his thumb and forefinger. Thang had slept for a long time. When he finally woke up, squinting his six cyclopean eyes at the dazzling light (for the light of our stars, seen in its entirety, is no small matter), he felt an unpleasant sensation of emptiness around the gaping hole that served as his stomach. He didn't even know exactly how long he had slept, as "time" is a meaningless term in Thang's mind. Although Thang's ways are beyond human comprehension, and Thang's thoughts are difficult to translate into human terms, still – to put it somewhat roughly in the inadequate language we know – Thang's ways are these: When Thang is not sleeping, Thang is hungry. After squinting his six cyclopean eyes (in a precise sequence that had long been habitual for him) and extending a long arm to sweep away the overly close suns, Thang peered slyly into the deep universe.
End of the first part.