Bobby, Larry and Terry ran up the wooden steps of the country store. They opened the old screen door and let it slam behind them with a bang. The boys went to the soda cooler and pulled three bottles of pop out of the ice. After opening the bottles with churchkey attached to the cooler on a chain, they went to the counter to pay for their treats.
“Hey, Mr. Lytell. Why don’t you think that bright light in the sky last night was an alien space-ship?
Larry, Terry and I were sitting out on the roof watch-ing it when Mart got home from his date with Di. He didn’t get home until two thirty and he missed curfew, but he told Dad that he was standing on Glen Road with a bunch of other people watching the colored lights hovering over the Preserve. He said that it looked like a giant revolving green strawberry and that he stayed until you came out of the Preserve and told everybody that they should go home because there wasn’t any space ship.”
“Pshaw Bobby! I don’t know why everyone was getting upset over nothing more than some colored fog. I imagine the fog was getting a reflection from that Auroa Borealis light stuff from the North Pole.
The three of you have been watching those space alien movies again and letting your imaginations run away with you. You three get along home and find something constructive to do to stay out of trouble.
Oh, and tell that harum scarum sister of yours, that I just got three more cases of that awful Strawberry Pop stuff that she likes so much. She needs to get down here and take it off my hands. Now go on, get along with you.”
He watched the boys run out of the store, and then he closed the door and turned the Open sign to Closed. He returned to the counter and pressed two unmarked keys on the old hand crank cash register. A shim-mering portal opened and he was able to see three strange beings in the wavy image.
“Oh Great Pubah, with all due respect, you need to realize that these people aren’t all that stupid, and their progeny such as the youngest Belden that was just here, are particularly able to put two and two together and get all the facts right more often than not. We need to be much more careful in making the transfer of the Strawberry Pop. I really wish you would tell me why it is so important to get the stuff to that girl. Maybe then I could help figure out better ways for the transfer.
Anyway, it is high noon now, and I doubt that anyone will see your lights with the sun shining so bright, so now is as good a time for your interspace transfer as we are likely to get. Until next time, Long Live Pubahtosis!”
Elsewhere, Bobby finished his soda and started tossing the bottle from hand to hand.
“Hey guys, we know a lot of old people. There is Old Brom, and Mrs. Vanderpoel, and Mr. Maypenny. I have never heard any of them talk quite like Mr. Lytell does. He talks funny but you can tell he is super smart, and I have never seen him eat meat, not even at the Thanksgiving Open House.
And now he is trying to convince everyone that those lights last night were nothing.
I tell you guys, Mr. Lytell just has to be an alien!”
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