Alien Sightings and Shed Diving

I'm experimenting in bite-sized posts, instead of mammoth ones. As Dr. Stokes said today in reference to a huge assignment, "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time!" So here's the next bite.

Aliens have invaded Moscow. One day, Ashley and I saw one on the way home from school. Some man was walking through the residential area in a neon green spandex suit, and it was tight. VERY tight, and well on the thin side. We only saw the back, so I can only assume he was an alien, with big, black, glittering eyes on the face. I must say, however, I'm rather glad the back was all I saw. Earlier in the week, Mr. Frazier made some joke about sending a message to the aliens, telling them it was a prime time for invasion. I guess they came.

Yesterday, Mr. Frazier stayed home from work because he and Mrs. Frazier were cleaning out the shed. During the afternoon, I heard Mrs. Frazier come upstairs and knock on Ashley's door, and heard something about the 'stuff in the shed.' I figured they needed moving help, but was surprised when I wasn't called also. I couldn't imagine why they'd ask her to work but leave me to twiddle my thumbs. I heard the back door open, then Ashley's voice rang out with a teasing tone, "So you locked yourself out of the shed?" I knew it would be too good to miss. I went to the window, and watched as they tried to figure out how to help Ashley climb into a window two feet wide and one foot high, six feet off the ground with thick bushes up to the sill. I realized that that was why they didn't bother getting me; it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle. After a few minutes of debating, Ashley dove through head first, got past her waist while Mr. Frazier held her ankles, then she turned over, grabbed the top of the window, and stepped in. It was very well done, and after she was through I realized I should have had my camera. Oh well! It might become as timeless as dumpster diving.