We’re sound asleep when the Plutonians arrive. They beam themselves directly into our bedroom and began transporting our most prized possessions to the Martian’s orbiting spaceship.

   They have a liaison with them.

   First they take my two bicycles and then, Leo, my cat’s tuna fish. I’m afraid because I don’t know what they might do to us. They’re small but menacing creatures whose ears where way too big for their heads. The four of them roam around the apartment, looking for things they want to take. They steal the computer which has all my photos and my homework on it.

  “It’s gone!” I exclaim and then ask Leo,” Will Mrs. Watson believe the aliens took my homework?”

  He’s not listening. He’s very angry about the missing tuna. He attacks one of the Plutonians who’s in the process of beaming away our television with some sort of ray gun. He bites the creature’s huge ear with his sharp little teeth and the alien cries out. He still manages to make the T.V. vanish and finally they set their sights on the vacuum cleaner which they seem to believe is their long lost kin.

  After taking it they beamed away and there was nothing more we could do.

– Joyce E. Wasser