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How can little Stewart convince his mother that George is really an alien?

Submitted:Mar 28, 2011    Reads: 1,034    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

"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 see?
"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 George".


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