I got up in the morning there and went outside to shave under the big maple
tree in the front yard. My mirror was on the lowest limb, and I was using my
grandfather's old shaving kit.
There was a picnic basket above on a slightly higher limb. It looked like one
I believed that father had made, with 2 inserts also wicker as separate
carriers for bread and fruit.
When I went inside, my grandmother noticed a large pimple like object on the
top of my head just above the forehead. It was about the size of a half
dollar in diameter and looked kind of like a dome on a Russian Cathedral. But
when she checked it out, it was hard.
Then I discovered that I could slide it around my head under the skin anywhere
I wanted to. This was sort of wierd, but I knew then that it wasn't simply a
brain tumor. I went to tell my mother who was in the kitchen making
breakfast, and when I showed her how it could slide around, I pushed to the
left and it fell out a slit in my skin where my hair was parted. (I hate
having my hair parted.) It was a little pile of tiny paper plates.
It was then that I realized that aliens in the tree had slit open my skin and
placed the paper plates on my skull.
I wonder why they did that?
