The Flying Saucer
“Don’t even dare to touch it,” said the boy to his sister.
“But it’s only a toy, let me play with it,” sister, who was four years younger, could not resist the temptation of fiddling with what she thought was a beautiful toy.
“It’s not a toy; it’s a flying saucer from the outer space. There are aliens in it.”
“No, it’s just a toy.”
“You think I’m lying. Go and touch it. But don’t you blame me if the aliens come out and kidnap you.”
The boy left.
His confidence had unnerved the little girl, ‘I don’t like aliens.’
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Word count 100