The other night, my neighbor (Trina, aka: Birdie*) called. "Ann, do you hear that?" I couldn't hear anything over the phone. She said "Go to your back door. Do you hear it now?" Nope, still nothing. She described a humming or buzzing sound in her backyard. Bravely, I opened my garage door and began to walk the whoooooole sideyard away and sure enough, began to hear the sounds of an alien space craft ready to invade Earth. The closer I got to her back door the louder it got. My husband followed behind me. We all stared at the sky trying to visualize who was going to be abducted first.
Then we notice it. The space ship. It was grey and rectangular. About the size of a shoebox. And actually the old radio that was plugged in to an outlet on the patio. The radio was on, but it had been raining (and raining and raining and raining, my water bill thanks the rain, but my muddy dog paws all over everything are killing me), so we were getting all sorts of racket. I grabbed the insulated cord a couple of feet from the wall, gave it a tug, and the aliens returned to space knowing that my friends and neighbors would be protected by the fearless Crowe!
* In case you were wondering why she is called Birdie...she has a vintage ephemera shop called Feed the Birdies. The name comes from a sweet little story about her son. But, it you dig vintage paper goods, she's the gal to talk to. She's still here on Earth. Not abducted by aliens. Because I saved her.
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