Dave wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in this predicament.

He ran through
all the events that had lead to this current situation and it still didn't make
sense. He wanted to spend some time to try and make sense of it all, but he had
higher priorities at the moment. The first was how to get out of his current
situation of being naked in a tree with snow falling all around and no way for him
to get down.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought
nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would
know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much
time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true,
there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
She never liked cleaning the sink. It was beyond her comprehension how it got so
dirty so quickly. It seemed that she was forced to clean it every other day. Even
when she was extra careful to keep things clean and orderly, it still ended up
looking like a mess in a couple of days. What she didn't know was there was a tiny
creature living in it that didn't like things neat.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were
never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would
reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her
was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
She tried not to judge him. His ratty clothes and unkempt hair made him look
homeless. Was he really the next Einstein as she had been told? On the off chance
it was true, she continued to try not to judge him.
The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road. It
wasn't obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed.
They were just all too afraid to ever go and see it in person.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The
morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
Debbie knew she was being selfish and unreasonable. She understood why the others
in the room were angry and frustrated with her and the way she was acting. In her
eyes, it didn't really matter how they felt because she simply didn't care.
The bush began to shake. Brad couldn't see what was causing it to shake, but he
didn't care. he had a pretty good idea about what was going on and what was
happening. He was so confident that he approached the bush carefree and with a
smile on his face. That all changed the instant he realized what was actually
behind the bush.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he
would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime,
he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit
some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit
before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the
middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a
sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord,
had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its cubical interior and
extruded a pony glass of brownish liquid. "Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a
drunkard's grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis," it informed me virtuously as it
returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass across the table.
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation.
At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to
panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude
himself into believing there was.