By Christopher T. Dabrowski.
translated by: Julia Mraczny
FRANK STRUGGLED TO pedal his dishevelled bicycle, which squeaked unmercifully as it advanced toward the hilltop.
Suddenly something lit up.
He stopped to see what shone so brightly—a UFO.
The hatch opened, and a mangled alien crawled out. He lifted a paw and howled in human language:
—Hello Earthman, I come in peaces.
I thought it was a flying saucer—waved a surprised Frank.
—You are welcome to come inside, we'll give you a lift so you don't have to toil on this primitive two-wheeler.
He needed no repetition—that day, Frank was not late for dinner for the first time.
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