Mommy and Daddy
"I am a Martian," the Alien said.
"Hi, Martian," the Girl said. "Want to play?"
"I have been sent to destroy the human race."
"Should I tell Mommy?"
"Is Mommy your leader?"
"Sometimes. Other times it's Daddy."
"Where are they?" the Alien said.
"Daddy's at work. Mommy's inside," the Girl said, pointing at the house across the field.
"Then I will start with Mommy."
The Alien started walking towards the house.
"Good luck," the Girl said. "Mommy's scary. She has four eyes."
The Alien stopped. "Human beings only have two eyes."
"Most do. But Mommy has eyes on the back of her head, too. She always catches me when I'm doing something wrong."
"Is she fast?"
"She runs like the wind."
"What about Daddy?"
The Alien smiled.
"But he's strong," the Girl said. "Strong enough to protect Mommy."
The Alien looked into her eyes. "Are you telling the truth?"
She looked back without blinking. "I swear."
The Alien looked away. "Humanity is greater than we thought. We should not attack Earth."
The Alien started walking to his spaceship.
"So do you want to play?" the Girl said.
"No," the Alien said.
The Girl sighed. "OK. See you later, Martian."
She watched the Alien fly away. Then she heard her Mother approaching.
"Hi, Mommy," the Girl said.
"Hi, honey," the Mother said. "It's getting dark. Come inside."
"Alright." The Girl stood and picked up her toys.
"Guess what?" the Girl said, walking back with her Mother. "I just saw a spaceship!"
The Girl pointed at a blinking dot in the sky. The Mother laughed.
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