“Millie, anything on the news about unusual sightings in this area?”
“Why, Cliff?” asks his wife as she joins him at the window.
“Well, there is a strange looking thingamabob perched on our property.”
“Oh that, replies Millie. “I have invited the occupants to join us for breakfast.”
Cliff looks at Millie, his expression wary. “Who are they, and what do they want?”
Cliff suddenly feels something poke him in the ribs.
“You can ask them yourself.” “They are right behind you,” she whispers.