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Mick:
What the heck? Look at all those shiny pieces of metal.
Rob:
Yeah, there must be hundreds of jagged pieces. The glare reflecting
off the sun is almost blinding.
Mick:
Where do you think all this metal came from?
Rob:
It looks like something very large crashed here last night.
Mick:
It's that damned Air Force Base. They're always testing some
top-secret stuff over there.
Narrator:
Rob picks up a few of the metal pieces and starts to examine them.
Rob:
This stuff is weird Dad. It's giving me the creeps. Its so flexible
it's unreal. Look Dad, I can roll a piece of this metal up until
until it's a ball and it straightens itself right out again.
Narrator:
Mick moves closer to Rob to get a closer look.
Mick:
Look at the strange marking on this piece.
Rob
It looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Mick:
You”re talking way over my head son. I only went up to grade 8.
Don't worry though. Let's put some of this stuff in a bag. I'll take
it to the sheriff tomorrow morning and see what he makes of it but
you can be sure I'm also going to ask him who's going to clean up
this mess on my ranch.
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