Chapter III: The Sheep People Get The News

From the bright light a sound emerges, kinda loud kinda booming, like those priests in your churches.

“Greetings earthlings. We mean you no harm. We come with news that will later be the inspiration for your descendants’ songs!”

“Bobo come quick. It’s one of them X-Files. It’s so clear. Hi-Def ain’t got nothing on this. Come quick I say, and while you’re at it, drop that sheep.”

*Baaaaa*

“We bring you news of a saviour that’s about to be born. We need to be sure, but if you leave now, you should get there after the drama! Peace homies! And what’s that guy doing with that sheep?”

“Artie. I don’t know about you, but this has got to be the most surreal thing ever! And I gotta tell you. I have seen quite a few surreal things in my life. Like the wig on that lady’s head. What are you doing? And what’s that do-hicky in your hands for?”

“I’m sending ze, how you say, text to my comrade Chuck Wiseman of ze Wiseman Brothers. Does it boza you?”

“Not as much as that pathetic excuse for a French accent. So are we doing this?”

“Zat sounds like a mighty fine plan, but how do we get zere?”

Bobo chimes in, “Look up there! There’s a bright glowin’ thingy in the sky! Can it be…dare I believe my one working eye?”

“Yes, Bobo, the power company slipped up and restored the electricity in that internet café. Come, we must make haste and use Google maps!”

One sheep looks at another, “I don’t know about you, but something doesn’t quite feel right about that dude. And why do you suddenly have such sharp teeth?”

“Er, all the better to eat you with?”

“Nigger please!”

Not so far away…

“Hey, any of you hear that? I could have sworn one of them sheep just said nigger! That one right there. Next to the wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Uncomfortable silence.

“To the café!”