“Yep. That’s a dead alien.”
Clem kicked its tentacled, grayish bulk. “It’s a Martian, Jeff!”
The sheriff nodded. “You sure gave him both barrels, Maybell.”
She lifted her shotgun. “He shouldn’t have been sneaking in my cabbage patch while I’m in the outhouse!”
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