The Entire Thing

The Entire Thing

“I saw the whole thing,” a ball-capped man said into the microphone.

Jerry Highland pulled it away a little distance since the witness seemed to be chewing Cherry Blend.

“Exactly what did you see, Mr...?” the TV News reporter asked.

“Name’s Cobb Hill. Nothin’ I ain’t seen before I kin tell ya!”

“So, what was it?”

“One of them spaceships. This here place is what ye might call a hotbed fer ‘em.”

Jerry looked around skeptically.

“I mean this trailer park gits regular visits from them aliens.”

“How many have you seen yourself?” Jerry asked curiously.

“Since I were a young’un or what?”

“All together so far in your life, let’s say!”

“Must be about a hunnert or more.”

“More than one hundred sightings! Amazing!”

“Once when I were about five, I got taken by ‘em.”

“Taken? Where?”

“Into space, o’course, what else?”

“What did they do?”

“I’m not rightly sure, I screamed some loud and next thing I knew I were back home in my own bed. I were an amazin’ screamer in them days, I figure they were sensitive or something!”

“What did you see?”

“This big beam of light come outta the clouds and picked up my whole trailer. Luckily, I were stayin’ with my brother a few doors away, but we was partyin’ a little, so I couldn’t sleep. Boy, I was hoppin’! I run inside fer a gun, but by the time I got back, the beam were gone!”

“What happens now?”

“Gonna have to move in with my brother and his family. It’s a tight squeeze, but I don’t know what else I kin do till I kin git me a new-to-me double wide!”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Hill. Keep an eye on tonight’s news for my story!”