Little Grasshopper

My eyes will not focus and I’m battered and bruised. Light attacks and I squint against it, trying to distinguish the odd sights and sounds surrounding me.

I’m lying, helpless. In front of me stands a green creature that resembles more a humanoid grasshopper than anything else. My mind is startled as the twittering creature bends its sharp elbows and extends appendages toward me.

Am I asleep?

An eerie feeling overtakes me as images of aliens flash. It’s happened! I’ve been abducted?!

WAIT

What’s that?

I’m being lifted!

Is he cooing?

My God, I’m not abducted! I’ve just been born!