On a whim I decided to call MUFON, the Mutual UFO Network, and report last night’s encounter.
“Are you sure they weren’t gray?” their rep asks after I finish telling him my story. “Could they have been little gray dogs?”
“No, they were definitely not gray,” I say.
“It was dark, maybe the dim light just made them look some color other than gray.”
“They were brown, brown as mud.”
“Mud can be gray too.” There’s a pause on the line. I imagine the rep making a note of gray mud. “So did these grayish brown creatures have large almond shaped black orbs for eyes?”
“No, just normal, brown dog-eyes.”
“What about hands? Did they have four long skinny fingers?”
“Well, dogs have four toes on a paw if you don’t count the dewclaw which is often removed.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Let me recap what I have. You were woken by a bright light shining through your bedroom wall, then discovered a craft in your yard and encountered two four fingered Continue reading “Negotiating with Cookies – The Morning After”
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