A Crochet Tale of Aliens
In the dim of night after the haze of dusk, from no where came the Alien named Musk.
He seemed nice enough, good manners, kind eyes; but he kept looking at me and complaining about flies. I helped him the best I could, but what he wanted, I barely understood. I know everyone thinks I dreamed it, or maybe I'm crazy, but I swear the alien did visit. But just wait, it'll come true, the alien will soon visit you.