Crash Retrieval Site, Milltown, WA

 

            Nobody saw a flash of light in the sky as far as I know. There were no strange unearthly noises. Little short humanish manikins didn’t run amok over the misty landscape of barely spring. Outside of this house, as far as I know, things have been rumbling along perfectly normally.
            Inside the house is a different matter.
            There have been crashes. There was a planter, one of those long ones on a window ledge on the inside back porch. It went down, baby! It went down hard. That was the first crash retrieval.
            Two little souls ran from the site, spurred on by the sheer glory of their accomplishment.
            Papers have been shoved off of tables. A pizza box was nosed open by Booker. You can’t really blame him.
            Anything that dangles has been climbed, including garments, while being worn. Many needle sharp toenails made short work of it, human flesh be darned. I didn’t really need that leg.
            Then there was the matter of the small pot of tulips placed strategically on the top of dad’s old piano. Mr. Baby was a natural suspect as he likes to hang out on the piano. But, no one actually saw him shove the tulips off. It’s a little hard to feature those two shorties getting up there, but I’m not absolutely sure they didn’t.
            We have a lot to look forward to. They’re just going to get bigger and sleeker, and brighter and wider, and altogether better!

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