This is my back yard. Please come in.
Have a seat on my mat (take off your shoes!), would you like some refreshment? It’s really no trouble.
Wait here while I fly in this direction; this is where I keep my eggs. Do you like eggs?
You think it’s strange that I’ve become a creature of earth and gravity? I don’t fly at high altitudes anymore, fearing for my life. I prefer to stay in the enclosed yard of this empty house. There are no cats, strangely (they seem to be of another era). I commune with ants and will frequently chase a fly for exercise.
Ah, the military — I can hear them at the front of the house. They’ve come for you. Here, quickly: climb over this wall. It was nice visiting with you.
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