Some cynical readers will no doubt question the veracity of this story. To each their own – such people are entitled to believe what they like, but I know this story to be true.
Grayson was out in his substantial backyard planting seed potatoes in his garden when an alien space craft landed on the lawn. It was slightly larger than a city bus and shaped like one of those elongated medicine pills except it was a thousand times bigger! There were no doors or windows. The texture of the thing looked a bit like asbestos except it was faint blue.
An opening appeared in the side and two men ventured out. They looked remarkably the same as humans. They approached Grayson.
“Excuse us,” said one, “we’re sorry to have perhaps given you a fright. What you see is not our normal bodily form but we didn’t want to scare you. We wondered if you could help us. The skin of our space craft is pale blue. That means it is extremely low on fuel. Could we – this sounds so silly to you perhaps – could we borrow a cup of sugar? That’s all we need.”
“Goodness!” said Grayson. “I’ve got a whole bag of sugar you can have so you’ll have a backup supply.”
Grayson went in his house and returned with the sugar. The two men were extremely grateful.
“We’re not meant to associate with humans,” said one, “but desperate times call for desperate measures. We would like to thank you by giving you a special gift. You’re 68 and live alone. We investigated you before we landed. You have no living relatives. If you wish we could place you in our machine – the process takes about an hour – and it scans your body and corrects every imperfection. When done you’ll look about 30 and your body will never age.”
How exciting! Grayson leapt at the offer. And it did! The process took a whole Earth hour. When he looked in the mirror he couldn’t believe his reformed youthfulness. He’d forgotten he used to have auburn hair!
The bus-sized medicine-looking pill went whish and disappeared into the sky. Its skin had a healthy glow of pale pink.
What an experience! It took several years but Grayson gradually realized there was some extra-terrestrial being living in his body.
Well… 🤷♀️Honestly, small price to pay.
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I never thought of it that way! You’ve made me glad for the first time that I was abducted once.
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Seriously? What happened?
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It’s a long story – strictly speaking I wasn’t abducted. I was dropped off on Earth from my home planet where I was very important but I had said I didn’t want to be Monarch anymore (strangely called Charles III) The hardest thing was adapting to the ridiculous physical shape that Earthing are. Only two hands for example! How backward is that!!
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Oh, I feel for you. The walking upright on two feet is what takes a lot of getting used to!
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Howwl!
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Well hey…I’ll be a host to be 30 again! I’m just glad they didn’t land on his roses.
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He was still a prick.
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But a young prick.
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I too would take up the offer!
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I would also…then I would probably get hit by a truck the next day.
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Your obituary could then say “He died at a young age.”
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I will be very pleased if my obituary is nice.
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I knew it had to be a silver lining in there somewhere!
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Personally we believe every word!
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And rightly so…
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That’s the problem with aliens. Full of parasites. Their tech is great, but they’re so used to the worms they don’t even try to eradicate them.
Now, what I want to know is – what happened to the seed potatoes?
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The seed potatoes maintained their youth and when they were cut in half they were full of alien fetuses.
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Great. So the aliens ruined the potatoes. Alien fetuses don’t make for good eating.
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They’re best mashed.
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I am not aware of any cynical reader, Bruce !
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Remember to look in the mirror occasionally, Sylvie!
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I avoid that as much as I can
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Dirty, rotten, no-good sneakin’ aliens, anyway!
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These aliens need a new public relations officer. Perhaps Jean-Pierre?
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🤣
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If he didn’t even realize it had happened then I suppose it couldn’t have been that bad.
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I would put up with it for the sake of youth!
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That’s one way to begin an alien occupation. Not sure I wouldn’t go for that if it made me younger. What you could learn!
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I think I’d go for it!
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