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The Alien That Caused Trouble

(A folk tale from Cygnus A galaxy)

From out of the greeness of the sky a great fire burst as white as the sun. The luscious redness of the land was lit though the tri-moons were still high and night was but halfway done.

Then, with a gentle...poof, a large grey leaf appeared in the sky and dangling from it a sliver of silver. Darkness fell once more as the umbra settled over one half of Aire.

With a thud, a small cannister landed and the grey leaf fell softly about it. There came a loud swearing that woke most of the sleeping folk and some recently deceased too and a lot of clanging from the cannister. People were afraid but they gathered their courage and some cooking utensils and went to investigate.

Suddenly, the grey leaf billowed and began to tear apart. From within there emerged a strangely dressed man eating a shank of meat.

"Olleh!" The people greeted the stranger who seemed not to recognise their language and gave up his meat rather reluctantly.

"Does anyone know where Jimmy Hayden lives?" The stranger asked repeatedly, chanting in his unintelligible jibberish. "Jimmy Hayden. Dya know Jimmy Hayden? Anyone Jimmy Hayden. Jimmy. Jimmy Hayden."

The people brought the stranger gifts and rare delicasies, but nothing seemed to satisfy him and he kept mumbling in that strange tongue.
"Jimmy Hayden. Anyone know Jimmy? Jimmy Hayden......Anyone?"

Over the years, the alien came to adjust to his new life on his new planet though he never could quite understand the language and still babbled in his own tongue. He married and led a peaceful life among his new klansman, tilling the blue soil and planting crops and living the rural life. He continued to ask all those he met and even those he saw everyday that strange sentence that sounded like a question.

Then one night as he went around the town hall chanting to each in their turn, an old man crooked his head and smiled.

"James Hayden?" The old man said and shook his head in acknowledgment. He grabbed the alien by the arm and took him outside where he extended his finger to a distant mountain. The alien thanked him and tore off on foot.

Sadly the alien had forgetten that on Aire, we point with the shoulder and had run off in the wrong direction. When they finally made it down to the bottom of the gorge, they found he had broken in pieces on impact and it was pretty messy all round. So.... they aah... mopped up what they could and ....swept the rest under the blue dirt...... Nobody really minded. ......He wasn't much of a conversationlist and his fashion sense frightened small children..... So aah..... oh yeh.... And now his ghost walks the hollows and ravines trying to find some unknown bride or prize. He follows you in the shadows murmuring his gutteral mutterings, frustrating you with his tantalising quasi-questions, dangling the unaswerable before you in the dark. No-one ever found out what he was searching for. And the old man claims he can't remember what he said and was just trying to shrug him off.

If you can translate the strange language and solve the puzzle, please dial the number that is flashing above the Cygnus A four radio galaxy logo on Communit channel CA2. Please stay tuned after these programs for more advertisements. Games Say Don. Eybdoog!

Translation Key:- Games Say Don
(pronounced James Hay-don - meaning- May all your ideas be grounded in Aire)

:- Eybdoog
(Prononced -ehyiyiiiiiiiiiiibbibibibadook - meaning - may the ground not open up before you till we next meet.)







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Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

Black Elk




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The following comments are for "the alien that caused trouble"
by smithy

Hayden
The poor bastard dies after all that searching, and did he get it at the end, I wonder.

( Posted by: Gabriel [Member] On: April 22, 2004 )

travel time
Well, we have to wait 1000 million years for the next broadcast to reach us from the Cygnus A radio galaxy to find out. I can barely wait. Thanks for reading and commenting Gabriel.

Smithy

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: April 22, 2004 )





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