“We yawn so that the little aliens who live in our brains
can get some fresh air,” Jocelyn told her little brother, Caleb, after repeated
questioning.
“That’s not true,” he replied.
“Really? Because you’re the one who asked me, so you’re the
one who doesn’t know.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he admitted, then returned to playing
with his truck.
“She’s on to us,” said the alien commander. “Prepare to
evacuate!”
“Hey, what was that?” said Caleb.
“What was what?” said his sister, annoyed at being interrupted
again.
“Something just flew out of your ear.”
She waved nonchalantly. “Probably just a bug. Stop bothering
me.”
“I bet it was the aliens.”
“Are you kidding me? I just made that up.”
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