“An …alien… book?” doubt heavy in my voice. “About building a spaceship?”
“Why not one of those alien coloring books? I hear they’re all the rage.”
“You think?” He couldn’t fail to hear the sarcasm in my voice, yet acted like I’d agreed.
“I have stock to feed.” Climbing into the rusting pick-up, I headed back towards the barn. Did anybody have a work ethic these days? Besides me?
The little alien darted out from behind a sage bush. “Quick thinking, Reg. Now he’ll never suspect.”