Photography had become a passion for John. Particularly, the peaceful Midwestern landscapes around his hometown had recently been his targeted destinations.
As the long Winter months were giving way to the warmth of Spring, John’s wanderings took him deeper into the woods in search of new photo ops.
On one such day, John happened upon a clearing with a spacious grassy plain. He found it to be a gathering place for wildlife to feed. Recent visits had provided great shots of squirrel, deer, birds, and fox.
After a couple weeks however, John noticed the wildlife had begun to avoid the clearing. More alarming were the three round burnt spots which had appeared in the middle of the clearing. They were equally distanced in the shape of a symmetrical triangle. Each circle was three feet in diameter, and were made by something very heavy, as they were recessed six or seven inches into the ground.
Leaves from surrounding trees had begun to lose color and fall off. The air wasn’t as fresh as before, and now seemed somewhat acrid. Something very wrong had happened here.
Searching for some kind of explanation for all this, John wandered into the woods around the clearing. Still, there was no sign of wildlife. But, suddenly his attention was directed to a shiny item caught by a ray of sunlight. Nearing it, John found it to be a metallic looking box about the size of a microwave oven. Approaching warily, he saw a pile of several cans nearby. Most appeared to have been crushed somehow, but others remained in tact.
John picked up one of the cans, and was startled by graphics, words, and symbols he couldn’t recognize. Obviously, they were in some way related to the mysterious burnt marks in the clearing. It was beginning to seem as though travelers from another world had been visiting the clearing.
John moved closer for a better examination of the metallic box. He found the top to actually be a removable lid, which he gingerly lifted. Once the lid was removed, he saw several more of the cans with strange graphics inside the box. They were about the size of our 12 ounce beverage cans, and they had a similar pop-top opener. The cans were cold!
Unable to resist his curiosity, John popped open one of the cans. A pleasant, not totally unfamiliar aroma greeted his senses. Throwing caution to the wind, he took a sip.
Maybe these alien beings meant us no harm after all! They just may be alright indeed!