The
unidentified flying object in the sky was being secretly tracked for
years by the Nation's Armed Forces.
If
that UFO was aware it was being tracked, it certainly did not care. It
continued its criminal behaviour of stealing farmers' livestock,
and returning the chopped-up bloody remains of the animals, days
later, exactly on the ground from where the kidnapping had happened.
That
UFO, or others like it, showed particular interest in the Sneddon
ranch. In three animal pillagings over two years the Sneddons had
lost fifteen prize-winning animals to UFOs. Rancher Sneddon had
dutifully reported the crimes to the Police.
The
Police, by their strict procedural protocol, had started their
investigation with the chopped-up bloody remains. Their forensic
analyses could not identify the chopping tool used by the choppers.
They could say for certainty that there were no missing animal parts
in the returned bloody pieces. Excepting these two definites, the
Police investigations had made no headway.
The
Sneddon family was unanimous in declaring war on UFOs, on their
ranch. They invested in weaponry of various capabilities, and in
drones of lethal combat. All over their thousand-acre cattle ranch,
they executed planned patrols and electronic surveillance. The
Sneddons did not take precautions to hide their preparations for open
total war against UFOs.
The
Sneddons' first hope was deterrence; that when, never if, the UFOs
became aware of the war-footing on which the Sneddons were running
their family ranch, the UFOs, being, obviously, of exceptionally high
IQ capacity and ability, far, far beyond human comprehension and
attainment, would go perpetrate their felonies on some other ranch.
A
UFO returned,
audaciously, one night. The Sneddons, as per plan, crippled it in the
sky with a rocket attack. The UFO slowly and erratically descended to
the ground. Smoke was streaking out of it from a number of places.
When
it landed lopsidedly, dozens of short skinny humanoid
turquoise-colored creatures fled in all directions on the ground.
The
Sneddons hunted them down and mercilessly, righteously, shot all of
them dead, and left the corpses where they had collapsed, each corpse
spurting freezing-cold turquoise-colored liquid from its orifices.
None
of the creatures emitted sounds before it had been shot dead.
In
their ultra-safety mode, the Sneddons waited for sunrise, before they
cautiously approached the crippled craft, and all the corpses.
By
sunrise, most of each corpse had evaporated into nothingness, which
suited the overall Sneddon plan just fine. Within a few more hours,
there would be no trace of the existence of any of the corpses. The
victorious Sneddons, righteously and justifiably, couldn't care less.
They welcomed not being obliged to contaminate their ranch with the
burial of illegal aliens.
So
far, there were no signs that there were any living creatures still
inside the craft; the Sneddons were taking no chances; they were
prepared to wait for as long as it took, before they would make
take-no-prisoners extermination plans to enter the craft.
If
there were signs from inside the craft of repairs being attempted,
the Sneddons had decided that they would have no choice but to
assault the craft with lethal intent and force.
At
sunrise, along with the sun, there appeared a motorized contingent of
the National Guard. A Sneddon stopped that army on a road at the
ranch boundary, by standing, unarmed, in the middle of the road.
That
Sneddon, a woman, took care to be on the road on Sneddon ranch
property. The army halted a few steps on the road on the other side
of the Sneddon boundary.
"Sir,
we are here on a National Safety matter." "Do you mean on
the matter of that downed UFO, Sergeant?" "Captain, Ma'am."
"Captain. Elizabeth Sneddon here. Granny."
"Yes,
Mrs Sneddon, on the matter of that UFO." "Ms, Captain. I am
Granny to my seven sisters' children's children. Two-hundred and
twenty-two of them." "Granny, it is, then."
"Captain,
that UFO is on private property. Sneddon property." "Granny
Sneddon, we have been tracking UFOs in this State for years. Their
appearance all over the Country is a matter of National Safety."
"Captain,
UFOs have been pillaging and plundering our livestock during all
those years you have been merely tracking the criminals. Surely,
Captain, you do not think the UFOs were not aware of your tracking.
My family did not and does not have the resources to track, Captain;
and, so, we declared war on them, and we are winning. Had you, with
your infinitely superior resources had declared war on them years
ago, our Nation would have won that war years ago. Just as we
Sneddons won it last night. Don't you think, Captain?"
"Ma'am---"
"Granny, please." "Granny Sneddon, my orders are to
set up a perimeter around that downed UFO. Please, move aside, so
that I might follow my orders. The National Guard is here on a matter
of National Safety."
All
the while the Captain was in communication with Granny Sneddon a
few other soldiers in stationary jeeps were standing and scanning
areas of the Sneddon ranch in the distance, through binoculars. One
of them climbed out of his jeep and went to the Captain and, reaching
out, he handed his cell phone to the Captain. The Captain took the
phone and read the lit-up message displayed on the screen. He handed
the phone back. The soldier returned to his army vehicle.
"We
are at a standoff here, Captain. You are here on a matter of National
Safety, and I stand here on a matter of defending my family's right
of ownership of that UFO craft. For years we have been criminally
victimized by UFOs. You say you have been tracking them for years.
That means you must know of their criminal behaviour. You took no
measures to protect us tax-paying citizens from those criminals. That
makes you complicit in their serial crimes. We took action against
them, Captain. Our actions have eventually succeeded. My entire
family is armed to the teeth, Captain. If you enter our property, we
will have no choice but to use lethal force in defence of what is
legally and righteously ours. Whatever weapons you have, Captain, we
have them, too, and we have in addition, combat drones, rockets, and
rifles with ranges of miles. I suggest you contact your General,
Captain. And, if you are interested, look up in the sky behind you.
News helicopters. We took the precaution to let them know we will
shoot at any News helicopter that flies over our ranch. And yet they
still hover about. The moment you cross over onto our ranch, they
will follow you, like the vultures they are."
The
Captain did not look up at the sky behind him. He and Granny Sneddon
looked at each other steadily, and benignly defiantly for-the-moment,
for tense seconds.
The
Captain blinked. He detected, approaching from far behind Granny
Sneddon, a limping, short, skinny, humanoid turquoise-colored
humanoid-looking creature, weakly waving a white flag.
Contact
Ezra (Unless
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type
the
author's name in
the subject
line
of the message we
won't know where to send it.)
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