9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for November 06, 2005

Transcript:

"Thorax?!...After I bought this farm, I thought you'd vacate...Maybe go to the Orion Nebula for the waters, or something." "Oh, I'm in and out...In and out. Depends where I'm needed. Mainly I show up to get my mail...Flyers from other arms of the galaxy and so forth. They take millions of light years just to arrive." "This one is addressed to what was assumed to be a highly evolved descendent of the reptiles now interred in your geological past." "However, the sender wisely bore in mind your planet's propensity for frequent mass extinction." "...'Or current resident.'" "That's you." "I so look forward to these chance encounters."