Today started like any other day in Omaha, Nebraska, except for the temperature. Usually, the average temperature for Omaha in November is 55 degrees, but today it was 90 degrees! That’s 35 degrees higher then normal! It is extremely HOT!
Therefore, I got out of bed with sweat dripping off my face and headed down the hall to take a nice hot shower. Boy did that shower feel good. After I dried off, I headed downstairs for breakfast. I could hear the bacon sizzling and the eggs frying in the hot iron skillet, the toast pooping out of the toaster, Katie, my oldest sister, squeezing oranges to make fresh orange juice, and could smell mom’s homemade coffee cake. Boy, breakfast sounds and smells delicious!
When I got downstairs, Tommy, my younger brother, was finishing setting the table. There were eight place settings.
On mom and dad’s plates, there were two aspirins each. Every year on this day is very stressful for my parents because the environmental inspector comes to make sure everything on our farm is in tip-top shape!
Everyone sat around the oak table that my great-grandpa built and listened to dad tell us our chores. He said, “Jimmy, Eddy, and Tommy please go to the general store and ask Mr. Davis if he has any fishhooks in stock. Judy, Katie, and Molly please go and milk Lemon and fetch the eggs from the hens.”
The why we call Lemon the cow, reason Lemon is because she has a sour attitude. Once, one dad’s friends, Dick Jones, the owner of the local restaurant Uncle Dick’s Old-Fashion Barbecue, located on Sunny Lane, was milking the new cow dad had just got from Iowa. As Dick began to milk her, she kicked him extremely hard! Dick was rushed to the hospital immediately. Now to this very day, Dick sits in a wheelchair and is never able to walk again.
“And last, but not least, Kimberly, you go out and get the mares from the field.” Probably, Joey, the blacksmith is coming to shoe the horses.
As I headed out into the pasture, I saw a great big flash, as if someone was taking a picture of me with the flash on! I found myself lying on the nice, cool grass looking up and seeing a strange looking figure wearing clothes that were meant for that sport people do on the East Coast. What’s it called? Oh, skiing! That’s the sport where people go down a mountain on a pair of skis.
I started to get up as slow as a snail and then I got a closer look at the figure. It was green with huge oval shaped eyes, a funny looking nose, and three fingers and three toes on each hand and foot. It looked like one of those creatures from a Sci-Fi movie. What are they called? Oh, aliens! What! That’s an alien! Golly, what should I do? Should I report to the sheriff there’s an alien in Omaha?
The alien started talking roughly, “Is the planet Snowflake, best known for skiing and their chocolate malts?” I answered with a quaver in my voice, “No… This is Ed Holmes’ property, located on the planet Earth.”
Then, the alien asked me, “Are you a humanoid?” I answered, “No, I’m Kimberly and you are?’ The alien replied, “I’m I90ZX231 the twelfth. Well Kimberly I must be off. I need to get to the planet Snowflake so I can go skiing. Wait, I have a better idea, I’ll bring you to my home planet, Cherry Paradise, best known for their forty-three flavors of cherries!” I said with a trembling voice, “But, but, but I can’t go with you, I need to get the mares out of…”
Then, suddenly I woke with my two younger brothers were jumping on me to get out of bed and downstairs to eat breakfast. I must have slept in. It was all, a dream…