It Was Martians,
by David Stillwagon
landed in our back yard. At least I think they
were Martians; there was a giant M on the side of
their space craft.
Dad went out
back to see WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON.
Mom told my sister and me to go to bed but we
around the spacecraft and started to scream when
he saw that the thing had landed on his forsythia
bushes. He planted them when we moved into the
house. I think Grandma gave them to him. Now Dad
was really pissed. We could see him giving it to
them. The way he always gives it to people that
pisses him off. We could hear him from inside the
house cussing at the guys in space suits.
Next thing we
knew, old Mr. Grombuts next door turns on his
back light and his dog Rascal starts to bark. Mr.
Grombuts leaves his porch and walks over to Dad
and the aliens. Mr Grombuts was now swearing up a
storm saying GD this and GD that and he even
told them to get the MFing thing out of Dad's
Dad tried to
cool down Mr. Grombuts telling him that the space
ship was in his back yard and he was the one that
was invaded not Mr. Grombuts. Rascal who never
stopped barking got out of his pen and ran over
to the aliens. The head alien, whose head was a
little bigger than the rest, hit Rascal with what
looked like a glow stick of some sort. Rascal ran
back to the porch. Mr. Grombuts looked like he
was going to take a swing at the head alien but
he didn't. I guess he thought that he might get
hit with the glow stick as well.
The head alien
looked like he got out a map and showed it to Dad.
Dad was great at giving directions. The other
aliens circled around as Dad seemed to point out
where they were. The head alien threw his arms in
the air and motioned for the others to get back
in the space ship. The space ship took off
without a sound. Dad and Mr. Grombuts stood and
waved as the space ship moved out of sight.