1968, part two

The 1968 UFO never showed up, although I waited from 10:00 to 11:30 when it was time to help Mom fix dinner.  Sadly no aliens zoomed in to pick me up.

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Oh, sure.  BUT the next week a dull green fighter jet zipped over my house, clipping the leaves from the top of the maple tree near the house (on the north side!). I saw it, heard it, and felt the sound. 

This had never before happened: a fighter jet in our own skies, from an air base two hundred miles south of St. Louis.  The pilot rotated, dipped over the nearby creek, and disappeared.  What was he chasing?? 

The same girl who had shared the last headline from the National Enquirer sneaked another copy of this respected newspaper, on which the header said “UFOs Seen over Corn Fields”.  We all gasped, knowing darn well that each of us had waited at 10 AM last week, on the north side of our houses.

Were we getting a second chance?  Were the Aliens giving us second look-over before making their decisions?  What next?  What next? 

C-D Post: Devotion = Canines, part 2

What could possibly change that fact? 

There were shifts in their reality.  The Alpha female disappeared for days.  The Alpha male was distracted, forgot to feed them once.  Two elderly Alphas arrived to care for them. 

Porter watched the movements carefully, gauging the changes, wondering.  Scrumpy urinated nervously in the corner. 

And then, when both had reached a state of highest anxiety, the Alpha female returned.  But she was not alone.  She carried a small round thing that made noise.  It was not food or water, clearly.  But what was it? 

A new pack member had arrived, making Porter and Scrumpy uneasy.  The Alpha male and his mate were especially impressed with this upstart.  A mere pup would not have been permitted otherwise.

The Alpha male carried the new pack member around, singing to it in sweet tones.  The female fed this new member from her breasts.  Porter realized that this was their pup, whom they called ‘Benjamin’ or ‘Little Man’ or ‘Sweet Baby’.

Still there was something about this pup that spoke to their natures.  

Porter, the ever diligent and faithful, recognized his purpose was to be a source of strength and protection.  

Scrumpy, with his sense of play and affection, understood his role would be to love and worship.

Knowing one’s roles in the pack is everything.  The pup would someday be aware of his own place in the McKinley pack.