In a green, green meadow by the white, stark tundra, stood a bright, young girl beneath a spaceship’s dark umbra.
With her mouth in the shape of a big, empty “O,” she watched the ship rattle and sway, lights all aglow.
Not long did she stare, before the ship began to break. It crashed to the Earth with a ground-shaking quake
She rushed forward – so filled with desire – to discover who it was; “Who owned the crashed flyer?”
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