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Well! There’s good news, there’s bad news and then there’s some strange news.
The good news? Corie is back again for more trouble and nonsensical nonsense.
The bad news? Someone wants to put Corie on trial in a courtroom.
The strange news? It’s quite alien. In fact, the strange news is a bunch of aliens visiting and acting alien.
There must be food involved, right? Of course! There are some pastries this time! There are bear claws and elephant ears and there’s even some yogurt for your daily dairy consumption.
Are there friends of Corie too? Absolutely! Some of them even look like rabbits.
This is book three, three, three in a series that continues the adventures of one little girl named Corie. Please go find book one and two copies of book two before you attempt to read this continuing continuation.
Thanks, and don’t forget to have some yogurt while you’re looking.
Not one, but nine spaceships landed on Earth on a Thursday.
Did these alien spaceships land at The White House at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue? Did they perhaps land at the Queen of England’s summer residence at Balmoral in Scotland? Did these space alien, alien spacers land at the United Nations? The Taj Mahal? How about in Geneva? Did these shipped-in alien shippers land in Geneva, at the World Bank headquarters? China? Did they flap down and perch on a Great Wall there?
Oh! Did they land in the United States’ state of New Mexico in the mistaken belief that it was part of Ye Old Country of Mexico? What about South Africa? Were they looking for some springboks to hop around with? Were they busy, busy and decided to rush right over to Russia? Were they not busy, busy but quite slow and decided to go to Slovakia?
Ah, wait. Were they cool-ish-ly cold aliens? Did they possibly land at the southern tip of North Antarctica? How about the center-ish, middle-ish, pole-ish, magnetic part of the North Pole? Not cool? Hot then? Were they toasty-warm aliens and therefore needed to land in the middle of the Mojave, Sahara, Gobi, Kalahari, Chihuahuan, or Great Sandy Desert? Hang on! Is there really a desert named the Great Sandy Desert? That seems a tad silly. Aren’t MOST deserts great and sandy? Hold on to your Kindle or other reading device and let me go research that for a minute.
Oh. My. And. Heavens!
There is! There is! There is a Great Sandy Desert! It is in the North West of Western Australia. I do believe I shall hop on an airplane or perhaps a camel or a kangaroo and go visit that desert someday. I do kind of, sort of tangentially know a woman named Katie W. Stewart who lives in Australia. She is a writer, and she reads to her daughter. She writes and reads and reads and writes – that’s a double good thing. Perhaps I shall pop in and visit them and that GREAT SANDY DESERT of theirs. Do you think they will serve me dessert in the desert?
Anyway, Anyhoo, AnyWhere was I?
Oh, right! Aliens! Not cold, but possibly hot. I am not sure about their dessert-eating situation at this point, but if I do find out, I shall immediately inform you. Did the aforementioned aliens land in the middle of your classroom the day the air conditioner was broken and it was ninety-eight point six degrees outside? Did they land in or on a toaster? If they landed on or near a toaster in France, would they have had French toast?
Did these aliens land in the middle of the ocean and float around like nine small, medium, large, extra-large, or stupendously large, oddly shaped ducks? Not big fans of salt in their water, tea or taffy? Did they land in a no-salt lake, like Lake Erie, Lake Tanganyika, Lake Victoria, or Reindeer Lake (in Canada)? Perhaps they just paddled around on Lake Street. Was there any lake effect snow when they landed?
Did these ships of aliens make prior arrangements that neither you nor I knew about with some alien landing pad, port, or station? Did they land in baseball stadiums during football season? Perhaps it was football stadiums during baseball season. I am not that big a fan of hockey in any season, no insults to anyone intended. Go Canucks!
Nope, nah, not, nyet, nein, nopey-dopey.
The aforementioned nine alien spaceships of variously weird shapes and sizes all landed in Corie’s yard, smack dab on top of Corie’s mom’s begonias. I would have expected nothing less!