To Kim, guys were very strange creatures.Blake had received a packet from the Goose Creek Memorial High School where he was scheduled to attend in the...fall, as a Junior. He was a little put off by the name of the school. His few remaining friends in Phoenix had laughed at the name. Blake took it in stride, and understood that his 'friends' were just displaying their immaturity. He discovered, from the packet and the internet, how important High School Football was in Texas. Blake was planning. The general gestured for them to calm down. “Just when we think they have made advancements, we find recordings of their mating rituals where the male has a sorry excuse for genitalia! When they finally have peace, they find some other stupid reason to have another war, killing those gifted with large appendages.” He shook his head. Clearing his throat, he continued. “That is why we will be sending you all down to Earth!” Cheers rang from the crowd, the sound resonating off the curved walls.. Then, “EENIE, ME NEE, MY NEE, MOE!” The last ‘moe’ ended with the Asian girl. She scrunched up her body then started to push herself away frantically from the psychotic witch woman. The crone bent down and dragged her back to the center of the bed, “I’m not done with the rhyme yet sweetie!” She growled hot into her ears, then she quickly pointed her finger at the American teen who stared at her with renewed panic. In the poor girl’s heart, she was somewhat relieved when the rhyme ended with her. Finally, the pastor, James Athelstone, called the meeting to order. The Reverend Athelstone had come over from England some twenty-five years ago with his wife Sarah after ten years as a missionary in Brazil when their old pastor had died of old age. They were quiet, unassuming couple with a serene outlook to life that suited the community perfectly.“Ladies and Gentlemen ... Quiet down, please? Thank you. As you are undoubtedly aware, this community is living from hand to mouth and has been.