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The Field

Blades of wheat and grass.

The birder was called, and nothing came of it.

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A month goes by.

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An unknown sender texts a message.

"Signal at fields next to the lake at sunset."

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The field is empty and quiet.

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dark field with a girl at the top of a dark hill under the moonlight

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A ufo beaming up the girl from the field

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a cockatiel sitting on a monitor in the control room of the ufo.
A cockatiel and a girl nose to nose.