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Picture:  A man kneeling and looking up with wisps of light shining down on him.

Sean had been lost on the planet of no return for three days. How he got here, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was through mowing the lawn in the hot sun and went to his hammock in the shade, took a tall drink of lemonade and lay down on the hammock to relax for a moment before doing other work needed done.

When he awoke, he was on this rocky landscape somewhat like the western United States with no shade and no prospects for water or food. He wandered for miles with nothing. There were two suns that set in a blood-colored sky before he could face the cold night where he shivered through and didn't sleep. And the days seemed to be relentless and unforgiving as he wandered… Sometimes climbing a rocky outcropping trying to see anything green in the distance signifying water.

Finally, feeling himself dehydrated, hungry and tired beyond exhaustion, he did something he never thought that he would ever do, never being a religious man. He knelt and prayed. From above came a mysterious light. As the light filtered down on him, his mind picked up the answer. A ship was coming. He would be saved. As he rose up in thankfulness, he fell out of the hammock and hit the soft grass with a thud.

Picture: A high mesa with a heavily wooded top jutting high above a sea of clouds isolated from everything below.

The high kingdom was a tropical paradise high above the poisonous clouds of the planet Zeta-114. It was the only place on the planet that was habitable. A virtual Garden of Eden with many strange plants, strange animals and water that was pure artesian forced up by the immense pressure of the planet below, twice the size of Earth. 

Hence, we had to wear our gravity suits, a necessary, but cumbersome, arrangement. But the place was a virtual paradise. We had to chronicle all the fauna and flora before leaving for another planet 2 ly away. Our scanners worked as hard as they could, thankfully, their AI was much better than trying to do it by hand. In three days, we rejoined our ship, gladly removed our gravity suits and flew away once more to more adventure.

Picture: A man or boy riding on top of a mighty mammoth in what could be a snowy landscape.

Orge had a long journey in the morning. He had trouble sleeping even though the night wasn't too cold. He worried about whether he had packed the right things to take with him, meager as they were. His stone knives, his long spear, and his cooking pot, sleeping furs, bone hooks and sinew lines for fishing and snaring. He was going to the camp of the clan, Banyan, some 20 suns distant and could only make it in that time by using his trusty steed, Tusk.

That is, if Tusk could be found. As Orge emerged from his dark bone and skin covered shelter, his eyes gradually adjusted to the bright sunlight. He looked for Tusk and didn't see him. First, he called out the mammoth's name, loudly… "Tusk! Tusk!” to no avail. And then, he called out again, only this time, using the horn of a musk ox bellowing the familiar mammoth greeting call. Before long, Orge could see snow flying as his friend and companion came bounding happily his way having foraged through the night to fill his massive belly for the trip.

Loading did not take long. Orge climbed onto Tusk's massive tusks, up over his forehead and they were off on a mighty adventure.

Picture: A painting of Elvis giving the victory sign with Bigfoot looming over him with a big smile on his face. 

Elvis and his gang were always up for a new adventure. He sought out celebrities for photo ops whenever he could, the kid in him overcame the truck driver every time. I remember one time when we were in Seattle. He was singing at the Space Needle. It was broadcast to gather groupies for the big event. But Elvis had other things on his mind. He told us, "Now that we're here in Washington, why don't we check out this Bigfoot mystery? Let's see if we can find him." Reluctantly, we went along with the gag, thinking it was another one of his famous wild goose chases.

In the morning, we took the car ferry to Port Angeles. After that Elvis drove the rented convertible Cadillac with five of us deep into the Olympic National Park. He drove to the end of the road halfway up the side of a mountain, I don't know how far or even where, anymore, the tree branches sometimes messing up our carefully combed hair. Elvis loved it every time a branch appeared ahead, and he drove right into it, laughing. Eventually, we came to the end of the road and Elvis insisted on taking a walk. Of course, we followed. We always did.

Elvis started singing love songs. It wasn't long before there was a commotion in the brush. A huge hairy man stepped out from behind the brush with a big grin on his face waving at Elvis. Elvis walked up to him and gave him a high five. but the big ape just hugged him. He smelled terrible. But Elvis, 4being the gentleman he was, never let on that he knew. Instead, he asked us to take this shot of the two of them hamming it up for the camera. Bigfoot was enamored with the camera, so Elvis had me give it to him. But when I remembered it so well that I painted this painting that was exactly like the photograph… Almost. Even the victory sign.

So, there you have it. We have photo evidence not only that Bigfoot exists, but that he met Elvis.

Picture: A racy looking red elevated motorcycle at a service station gas pump with an attendant scratching his head looking at a smoldering rear engine compartment.

It was the summer of 1943 near area 41. Toby was wearing his blue uniform at the Lone Star service station at a lonely crossroad that saw very few cars, even in summer. So, Toby, 17, spent much of his time reading comic books. He especially liked Flash Gordon and the Space Rangers because of those wonderful futuristic stories.

One afternoon while reading, he didn't hear the putt, putt of a jalopy arrive, but when a man in head to foot red leather suit even covering his face suddenly appeared in the doorway with his shadow on him and said, "My bike needs service, I think the engine is shot." It startled him.

Now Toby wasn't a mechanic, just a service man, but the mechanic would be in the next day.

While the guy went to the restroom, Toby wandered on out to the gas pumps and looked. To his astonishment, that motorcycle and its fancy paint job was floating off the ground! He could see a wisp of smoke coming from vents in the back. So, he flipped open the cover and saw something strange that didn't really look like an engine but was rather charred and smoking.

Toby yelled out to the stranger coming back. "Looks like the engine's fried! The mechanic will be here tomorrow. He can fix anything!" He lied.

The stranger replied, "Can't wait until tomorrow." He held his wrist to his mouth and said something that Toby couldn't hear.

A huge flying saucer came out of nowhere and a beam of light carried the strange cycle up into its maw. Likewise, the stranger. In an instant, the ship was gone. Toby, standing there in awe, said to himself. Not going to tell this one to my boss, or anyone, they'll never believe me!

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7/4/20