was sitting by the stream relaxing and pondering over the events
of the last month. It was a perfect spring morning here in the
Lake District, England. Somehow sitting here with the sunlight
gently caressing his face and the calming cool breeze brushing
over him -it did not seem conceivable things could have changed
so dramatically, in just a few weeks. It had all been so surreal.
to himself he caught sight of a squirrel in the tree tops dexterously
jumping from one branch to another. For him life had not altered,
he was playing out his daily routine, just as he always had. For
a moment Hans began to almost forget the plight he was in.
Hans is startled, in the distance he is convinced that he can
just make it out, faint yet distinct, the sound of a young girl
crying for help.
concentrates and listened more, intently trying to decipher the
He heard, a little louder and more distinct this time. Now he
was convinced and he understood precisely what he must do.
a second thought he jumped up and set off running towards the
call for help. Nimbly navigating him self through the forest,
skillfully darting across broke tree limbs. On and on he raced,
passed the creek, traversing over the ground with ease and confidence.
yes, he grasped, I am getting closer.
quickly caught sight of an opening amongst the trees a hundred
yards in front of him and paused behind a large oak tree.Surely
the cry is originating from there? He recuperates his breath,
and once more concentrated completely upon the sound
It is far louder this time.
must be close
He thought with excitement as he studied
the terrain in front of him.
will save you; your hero is on his way! Off he darted again.
energetically approached an opening in the forest and his eyes
dart in all directions. Adrenaline pumped through every well proportioned
muscle contained in his twenty-three year old body. He is prepared
for virtually anything
was then the small net landed unexpectedly on top of him. He was
unsure as to from where it was flung, but it was a perfect shot.
struggled with the odd netting, thrashing his arms and legs in
every conceivable direction, desperately attempting to set himself
free. This however only managed to entangle him even more.
now terrified peered about him, trying to uncover who his capturers
were. As he looked about in panic, he observed them just a few
yards off, behind a fallen tree, there were five of them. They
appeared to be laughing and praising each other and engaged in
some sort of strange celebratory jig. They were energetically
hopping from one leg to another, prancing about and waving their
four arms about furiously in the air. He tried to decipher the
words they were saying, yet it was completely alien to him.
then one of the creatures took from his brightly colored shiny
clothing a small metallic pipe. Hans watched, strangely fascinated,
as the creature placed it with one of his four hands to his flabby
lips . Next the creature rapidly inhaled the air seeming to almost
double inside, resembling Hans considered a giant bull frog. Then
he quickly exhaled through the pipe.
Went the sound, precisely the same sound that had drawn Hans to
them; a sound almost identical to that of young girl crying for
assistance. This only provoked the others further, and hideous
gurgling noises bellowed from each of them.
Hans considered, the planet Earth has never been the same
since the invasion.