Over The Moon — a sci fi comedy

OVER THE MOON

In the quiet town of Starryville, Jim and Lisa were out for a romantic evening.

They’d driven to Lover’s Lane, a secluded spot atop a hill, to stargaze and enjoy each other’s company.

As they gazed up at the twinkling night sky, something bizarre caught their eye.

“Jim, do you see that?” Lisa pointed at a glowing object in the distance.

Jim squinted.

“What is that? A shooting star?”

But the object wasn’t falling. It was hovering and pulsating with an eerie green light.

“That’s no shooting star,” Lisa said, gripping Jim’s arm.

The UFO descended silently, landing in a nearby field.

Jim, ever the brave one, grabbed a flashlight and declared, “I’m gonna check it out. You stay here.”

Lisa hesitated but nodded. “Be careful, Jim.”

With his heart pounding, Jim ventured toward the strange craft. The hatch opened, and out stepped three alien beings with bulbous heads and shiny silver suits. T

hey had peculiar, glowing udders hanging from their chests.

Jim gasped. “You ain’t from around here, are ya?”