“Dad, look!” There’s a deep pit or cave or somethin’ here!”
The dad looked and he could see the dirt dropping into the darkness.
“That’s strange. You better not stand too close.”
The son stepped back, not liking the idea of slipping into some awful abyss.
“Hmm.” The dad rubbed his chin. Lowering to his hands and knees near the edge of the hole, he sniffed thoughtfully, animal like.
“The air coming out of here is cool and fresh . . . definitely not the septic tank.” He looked up and smiled at his son and then became serious again. “Besides, that’s in the backyard.”
His son was now kneeling cautiously on the other side of the hole, opposite his father – periodically looking up at his father and then back down into the hole.
“Look dad! There’s smoke in there.” The boy pointed into the hole.
His dad stretched his hand into the hole and felt moisture.
“No, it’s more like mist or fog; it’s not smoke.” His brow furled curiously. “Look, it’s clearing away. Maybe we can see something now.” Both, father and son were now on their bellies peering into the hole.
Dad gasped, “I’ll be . . . there’s a bunch of lights down there!”
His son smiled. “Wow dad! It looks just like it did when we flew to Portland to see grandma!”
“Yeah, it sure does . . .”
* * * * * *
Somewhere else, it was night-time and a father and his daughter were outside enjoying the cool night air in their front yard.
“I can’t see the moon very well tonight through all of those clouds.” The dad observed.
His daughter looked up . . . “Hey! I got dirt in my face. There’s dirt falling out of the sky!”
“What are you talking about? How could dirt fall . . . huh?” The dad brushed off his face. “I felt it, too! Where could that be coming from?” The father scratched his head while his daughter spit dirt out of her mouth.
“It seems to have stopped.” The father observed, as he looked back up into the sky. “And the clouds have blown away. You can see the moon, now.”
The girl looked up and wrinkled her little nose. “The moon looks kinda’ funny dad.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It is kind of a strange shape tonight, isn’t it? Kind of like an apple with two bites out of it.” The father muttered.
Silence followed for a few seconds as father and daughter cocked their heads and considered the oddity. The girl spoke first, stretching a pointed finger out toward the moon.
“Hey dad, can’t you almost see what looks like a couple of faces up there? One big one on one side and a smaller one on the other side?”
“Yeah, I sure can.”
They continued to stare it for a while when the father finally concluded, “That is the strangest moon I ever saw.”
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