Serendipitous

The Afternoon spent at the museum paid off with a photocopy of the artists name to further research. Mother Superior, who’s birth name was Ester Ines Esmoladera rarely told it to people, as an ordained nun she kept it secret. The public library wasn’t too far from the museum, where she hoped to find an address of the artist signature. The computer was helpful as she typed in the name Nick Nack. She thought at first it was a nickname, yet an address was found under the name in the area. Located on a side street that ended in a dead end she found a small home resembling those tiny homes found in the avantgarde category. Some of the houses address numbers were upside down, but they matched the address if placed right side up. Rapping upon the small door didn’t take long until a small eye appeared to be looking through the peep hole. The winter wind blew a faint gust of cool air as she felt being studied from the other side. Slowly the door creaked open. There in a dim light stood a tiny character about three feet in height. His features were cute with dark combed hair that glistened in hair polish. He was young in age, yet bore a long beard also neatly styled. Can I help you? His big dark eyes gleamed as he took a small puff from a smoking pipe. Mother Ester held out the print out of the painting, asking if he was the artist Nick Nack. Taking the paper to study the details, he informed her that indeed he was. As a matter of fact, I have been looking for the painting as it is missing from my collection. Won’t you please come in! It was a kind invitation as the homes warmth felt cozy although she had to duck down from the low ceiling. Mr Nick found it funny as he rarely had guests. Won’t you have a seat! The chair will make you shorter! Mother Ester smiled gracefully taking the invitation. Sitting close to her on his couch, he was able to study her more intently. You come from the convent? Yes I am the Reverend Mother who is in charge of twelve sisters. Your high up on the mountain. Mr Nick said reassuring he knew her status. She fidgeted in the recliner chair as she felt she had seen the mysterious little man at the hermitage. I use to be a monk brother of the hermitage, yet I desired a life of entire solitude free to do as I like. Looking up at the walls were several paintings done in similar fashion to the one found in the chapel. Where is the painting that you made this impression from? With so many pieces of art to take in, Sister Ester felt a little dizzy. Oh yes, the painting is in the Shasta town museum! It had caused a ruckus when we found it in our chapel! What type of ruckus? Strangely, one of our young nuns became pregnant from it! What kind of of paint job is that? I want to know! Mr. Nick tried to remain calm as the situation was upsetting to hear. Yet he comprehended it enough to explain. The paint contains spores from another race of humanoid life. Do you mean something extraterrestrial? Yes! They wanted to leave their spores like a footprint in the sand to make an impression! I make the painting then they give their spores to add, making the image come alive! I’m not sure how my painting got in your chapel! Some of them are mischievous from time to time.. Where do these aliens live? Mr Nick pointed up to his low ceiling. Up there 👆 in the sky somewhere? Yes. Nick smiled curling his mustache with his artistic hand. There was silence between them of stirred imaginations at work. I never in my wildest dreams would think a spore would impregnate! I seriously apologize! We’re dealing with it as her wombs sonogram looks normal so far. Ah yes! The star people are very luminous with bright eyes that seem like galaxies that make one dream. The child should be radiant & a good omen, nothing to be afraid of. If I could see the child once born.. Of course, it’s almost as if she knew the art itself was something immaculate as she knelt praying to it night after night. If I may ask, when you encounter with your friends who are up 👆how do you do so? It is why I live near an open field in the trees, where they land their craft. Why do they show only you? Maybe because I am small enough to fit inside their omnis! Ha ha ha! I’d like to go for a ride. No, you can’t fit your too tall! You also wouldn’t be able to handle the speed velocity! It goes very fast that takes time in adjusting to. Your very interesting Mr Nick! I’ve also well advertised in the culinary arts, as I’m developing a spore related sponge cake that I’m sending to China. I am part Chinese being once in the Buddhist hermitage. The other part of me is French, that’s why I make a good chef. Let me show you my sponge cake. Stepping into a tiny kitchen, a displayed cake was underneath a glass cake dome. Why it’s in the shape of a cat! Yes! The frosting sparked like fresh snow as marble eyes gleamed in tiny brush strokes. The idea is to replace the diet of using real cats dogs for consumption with alien spores that taste like meat! I suggest you feed them to males only! Yes, With the baking of the cake, all spores are no longer alive, much as a snake sheds his skin. The delicacy shouldn’t be a problem! I and my China connection want to end the consumption of domestic animals. The cake was as beautiful as a real pet, a idea worth considering. Our people & ancestors worshipped domesticated animals & didn’t eat them in the past. It wasn’t until the bad aliens showed up who fed on the creatures, beasts who enslave our people to destroy . We eat cow, chicken, pig & fish like everyone. Now with the predators in their loud crafts that screech the air, people panic & give them what they hate to do. I would like help! Let me taste the cake! Lifting the dome to slice the cake seemed almost extraterrestrial as the dome rose up as if floating from an invisible magnetic source. Mmm, doesn’t taste bad, almost like chicken.. I’m glad you approve! Outside it was getting dark as the nun worried on how she was going to make it home. Then their was a soft light beaming from outside that overwhelmed the tiny fortress. My friends can light the path for you, as they are above & beyond.. You don’t mind if I take your picture for a new painting? I’d be honored Ester replied feeling a bit alien after tasting the sponge cake cat. A camera snapshot was taken as the sister seemed to fly outside under the floodlights of the hovering craft. Please inform me at once when the child is born! I’ll do that! I’m sorry that your too tall to fit inside, the light should guide you home safely.. Mr Nick waved to a small being seen inside the windowed craft. It brought tears to Esters eyes as she made a vow to help with creating synthetic food where she had an idea to make human cake to stop all wars. Imagine monsters feeding on something more designed to end all suffering. Reaching the convent in what seemed like zero time, there was a letter waiting for her. Opening it at once she could see a impression of herself already made into a spore embossed piece of art. How in the world did he create it so fast? It was with these thoughts Mother Superior was able to endeavor the coming of Christmas in a alien illustrated winter.