“My mom said that we have to stay away from humans because they believe that they have the right to decide who gets to live or die,” chirped Clarence. “She said they hate us.”
“What did we do to them?” peeped Roxy.
“Nothing,” chirped Clarence. “They just hate us, that’s why they treat us the way they do.”
“Well, my mom said that if aliens from another planet attacked the earth, all the wars would stop so that everyone could fight against the aliens. As soon as they were finished killing them, which my mom said would never happen, they would start to kill each other again,” peeped Roxy.
“What’s a alien?” chirped James.
“Someone who lives underground at Area 51 in Nevada,” peeped Roxy.
“What’s Neveda?” chirped James.
“I have no idea,” chirped Clarence honestly. “None at all.”
“Do you think they sell food there?” chirped James.
“Maybe,” answered Clarence.
“I’d like some popcorn,” chirped James
“The kitchen’s still open,” chirped Clarence.
“Maybe if humans stopped fighting for a while and had more snacks they would be happy like we are,” peeped Roxy.
“I don’t think so,” chirped Clarence, shaking his head. “My mom said they’re broken.”