The eager child ran through the streets, holding on to his cap lest it get blown away by the fierce west wind. It was happening! It was true!

Crowds of people began to thicken as he neared his viewpoint at the top of a tall building. Huffing and puffing, he ran up the steps. Finally! Smiling, he went to the edge of the gated rooftop and gazed into the massive expanse of the sky.

People were counting down. He could hear them shout below, next to him, everywhere. And as they finished, other, more excited voices began to fill streets. There it was!

The little boy watched in true astonishment and awe as the gigantic spaceship flew overhead and landed with a gentle thump on the ground. Suddenly, he felt magnetically attached to that space, and he ran as fast as he could: down the steps, jostling the crowd, jumping over the cobblestone streets. All that mattered now was HIM.

He feared he was too late, but he just got there in time to see the hatchet open up. Out walked what could only be described as otherworldly, literally. Three funny people clearly from other places in “the beyond”, as they referred to the great space. But where was he?

And then out walked the man from earth that everyone, but most of all the child, had been waiting for. Engulfed by sudden emotion, he ran forth towards the man he called father.