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Clouds Plus a Chance of Aliens with Mort and Edgar
RWDouble Drabble 2.0.137
“Those clouds don’t look right,” muttered Mort, his feathers ruffled more than usual.
“They’re clouds, Mort. Puffy white things. Been around longer than your never-ending complaints,” grumbled Edgar, shifting on the telephone wire.
Mort narrowed one eye. “I’m tellin’ ya, that one blinked.”
“Clouds don’t blink.”
“This one does! It’s got lights underneath! And it’s spinning like Maude after fermented berries.”
Edgar, the bigger of the two crows, peered up, feathers prickling. A silver saucer shimmered just behind a fluffy cumulus, lights pulsing blue-green.
“Well, I’ll be plucked,” Edgar muttered. “You think they’re here for the cows?”
“Cows? What the flock? We’re talkin’ intergalactic travel and you think they came for cows?”
“Maybe they’re lactose intolerant and want revenge.”
The saucer zipped sideways with a low hum that made their tail feathers twitch.
“We should warn somebody,” Mort said.
“Who? The squirrels? They still think the moon’s a walnut.”
