"Why don't you stay for dinner George?" mother asked the small
boy standing on the doorstep. The boy hugged the brown shoebox he
was holding to his chest, but didn't say anything. Little Stewart
had come down the stairs to see what all the fuss was about, he
himself didn't quite understand why mother always asked people
over for dinner, maybe it was to do with the rich helping the
poor like daddy always said? He peeked around his mother's skirt
and stared wide-eyed at the skinny, gangly boy on the doorstep.
He was clutching a brown shoebox to his chest and his eyes were
too big for his head, and to green. "I just asked George to come
inside for dinner" mother said, smiling brightly at the
green-eyed boy. Little Stewart's eyes widened even further, "but
you can't mother" he cried "he's an alien, I've seen it". Little
Stewart stepped forward and tried to shield his mother with his
small body, pointing a finger accusingly at the boy "you can't
come in here, aliens aren't aloud" he stated.
"Stewart" his mother exclaimed, pulling him by the arm and away
from the green-eyed boy that was now grinning peculiarly. "But
he's an alien mother!" little Stewart cried, why couldn't she
"He is not an alien" little Stewarts mother said, gripping his
arm tightly and smiling kindly at the boy on the doorstep, who
was still smiling. "Yes he is" little Stewart cried, stepping
forward again and trying to push past his mother. She let his arm
go, but instead placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "He is he is
I seen him" little Stewart cried, pointing a finger accusingly at
the green-eyed boy, who didn't say anything but just kept on
smiling. "How do you know he's an alien?" little Stewarts father
asked, who had just come home from work and was sitting in the
lounge room reading the newspaper. "Oh Sid don't encourage him"
little Stewart's mother scolded, looking over her shoulder at her
husband. "Because" said little Stewart defiantly "I seen him, at
school, he's got a long green tail, big black eyes and scales all
over his body, and he's all green!" little Stewart said
excitedly, not taking his eyes off the green-eyed boy on the
doorstep. "Indeed" said little Stewart's father, not sounding at
all interested that there was an alien on his front doorstep.
"Let him in Maude, he can stay."
Little Stewart's mother stepped aside, pulling little Stewart
with her. "No" little Stewart cried, pulling out of her grasp and
standing in the doorway with his arms outstretched so the
peculiarly smiling boy with the strange green eyes could not
enter the house. "I seen him, he's got long claws and sharp
teeth, but right now he's hiding so you can't see what he
really looks like!" little Stewart exclaimed, poking his
tongue out at the other boy, who still didn't say anything.
"Stewart this is getting silly" his mother said frustratingly,
attempting to pull him away from the doorway, but Stewart didn't
budge, father always said that the men had to look after the
women, so there was no way Stewart was going to let this alien
into his house.
"But Stewart this is George, you know George, you like
George" his mother said quickly, still trying to smile kindly at
the other boy while at the same time shooting anxious looks at
her adamant son in the doorway. "No" said little Stewart, shaking
his head "I don't like aliens".
His mother sighed in exasperation "Sid, say something" she said,
turning her head so she could see her husband who was staring at
the black and white paper like he thought a cheese sandwich might
be hidden in it, something little Stewart would have been glad to
look for if the alien weren't there. "Stewart little lad, aliens
don't exist" his father said, putting down his newspaper and
looking down his nose at the three people at the entrance to his
house. "Yes they do" little Stewart said "there's one right here
but he's hiding so you can't really see him, he's got a
long tail, sharp teeth and claws and he's all green with really
black eyes" little Stewart exclaimed, glaring at the boy on the
door step, who all the way had managed to keep smiling peculiarly
and looking strange with his big green eyes, and who still hadn't
said a thing. "Stewart" said his father sternly "go to your room
at once or you will miss out on dinner". Little Stewart stopping
blocking the doorway and turned around, aghast at what is father
had said. To deprive him from his must needed meal when he had
only been trying to protect the house from invasion by aliens.
"Well you'll all get eaten for dinner" little Stewart
cried, racing away from the doorway and back up the stairs,
slamming the door shut behind him and locking it firmly so it
would be alien-proof. Little Stewart's father started reading his
paper again and little Stewart's mother turned apologetically
towards the door. "Sorry about that dear" she said to the boy on
the doorstep "would you still like to stay for dinner?"
"It's ok" said the peculiarly smiling boy with the big green eyes
"I really just wanted to come show you my new pet lizard" he
said, opening the brown shoebox he had been holding "his name's