Soon after rescuing some silly children from the local caves, the alien prangs his vessel and dies.

It was the river up which the chinook and sockeye and silver and humpy and dog salmon migrated to lay their eggs and dies or to be tangled in set nets and air-freighted to Anchorage, there to be cleaned and frozen and shipped to restaurants and supermarkets half a world away.

When we have new perception we shall gladly disburthen the memory of the hoarded treasures as old rubbish.

Foredreaming the faith of the future, He knew and preached the truth: […]