The Delaware Scare
People of the First State prepare for a close encounter.
The time it took the Delawareans to realize that there was no imminent threat by an attack from an otherworldly enemy was not swift.
“No, they’re coming with squinty eyes and they’re going to be less than five feet in height. They’re going to come in waves,” said Wade Forestson.
“No, they’re going to be eight feet tall and float via anti-gravity,” Annabelle Mayther retorted.
“You’re both wrong. They’re going to have glowing orange skin and green teeth,” Jam Kloberson observed.
“Whatever they will be, they will be like something on this Earth. Anything else is impossible.” They looked skyward.
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