“Don’t bend over yet, George,” I said, speaking between my teeth while I smiled at the alien on my lawn, “It may not be that kind of probe.”
The metal arm that extended from the alien’s floating robot was distressingly large, with way too many whirring lights and sharp edges. I couldn’t imagine how it could be a probe. Then again, this was my second abduction. George had had a dozen. Our cows, poor beasts, had suffered hundreds. I wonder what they learned from us.
“It’s always that kind of probe,” sighed George, unbuttoning his pants and baring his ass.
