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How about those Aliens…

Ice cream…and aliens

Ice Cream Sundae Ice Cream Sundae Vanilla

Do you think alien’s, the one’s who don’t live here, or visit, have ice cream, where they come from?  If they don’t, and they can digest it, how can they not stay here, or at least learn how to make it and bring it home.  What if they only eat dust, or a mineral that comes from mica?  Seriously, what if they can’t eat ice cream.

Maybe they won’t care, anymore than we would, if they expected us to eat a bowl full of mica. But it just seems as if ice cream should be a UNIVERSAL thing.  That every planet should have what is needed to make it.  Sure, I could be wrong, but sharing root beer floats, or hot fudge sundaes, or malts, or cones, might be the best thing we could serve at an intergalactic peace conference.

See, that’s the thing.  Some of us evolved to eat ice cream and others evolved to eat mica, or something like it.  Differences.  Always differences.  That’s what makes it interesting, right?

Clarence, James and Roxy

IMG_2834The chicklets were on their way home from a luau when they started talking about humans again.

“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.”

 

 

 

 

 

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