Most agree that animals have an easier time meændering across meændearth. They aren’t distracted like we are by things like rational expectations.
I live two days north of massive plains of meændearth and we get animals from other planets seasonally. Winters we get bizarre Phwamuga wasps, whose stingers laser off the large icicles from our homes. They fly back to their homes hauling the ice. My uncle worries about the water they’re slowly leeching from our world.
But south of the meændearth, there seems to be a kind of ‘garabluun graveyard’. They’ve shown up for hundreds of years, people reckon. Remains of these aliens are composed mostly of water. This has done a lot to assuage my uncle.
I’ve actually meændered to the garabluuns’ planet. In addition to our mutual meændearth, they also have what the locals call ‘meændepths’; huge areas of ocean, existing on several planets simultaneously. I was lucky to glimpse the gurrihaw horned shark. Word is, it’s been meændiving between oceans for millenia. It has adapted to thrive in incredibly varied environments. My uncle now lives there, and researches the waters around the meændepths, which has done nothing to calm him down.
© Kelly Ishikawa