The Alien...

I was in my backyard riding Bob, my pony, when it appeared.  Bob's tiny legs trembled as I took the picture.  Later that night Bob and I rode into town to get the film developed.  People would stare at me and Bob, we were use to it.  Bob was a special pony.  Years later, when they let me out, I would look at the picture I took that night and think of Bob.  I wonder what my life would have been like if Bob and I stayed in that day.  This is the picture no man nor pony should ever have to witness.

 

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