Once there were five aliens feasting upon a tree.
And then there were four.
Byllyxmia sobbed, “It was horrible! That park ranger just tore Vollyxmun apart!”
“It is terrible,” said the alien’s leader Poryvimus.
“You said to disguise ourselves as park signs, Poryvimus,” accused Litanymee.
“Right,” said Poryvimus. “But it’s not my fault Vollyxmun wrote his sign of ‘he she it’ as ‘he shit.’ ”
“Someone’s coming!” warned Byllyxmia.
“Quick! form yourselves into children’s decorations.”
The four did so, but then young Aidan said, “Look Daddy! Aliens on that tree.”
“Don’t be silly,” grumbled Stewart. “Those are park decorations.”
“They’re aliens. One waved at me!”
“That’s enough of that,” rumbled Stewart, and he pulled Aidan away.
When they were gone. Poryvimus groused, “Gods! That boy saw straight through our disguises. Must you wave, Litanymee? We need to get better at this. Here comes a human hippy. Look! His rainbow-colored tee-shirt reads, ‘High on mushrooms.’ Clearly he’s well-disposed towards fungus. Quick! Disguise yourselves as red-spotted mushrooms.”
The hippy saw them and smiled.
And then there were three.
Written for the weekly writing challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/11/24/fffaw-week-of-11-24-2015/