They came from the heavens
and quietly landed on the earth,
in a large meadow where
we generally took the sheep
and left them for the day
to forage for themselves;
It was a clear day, much like this one,
when the large ship came down from
the sky and landed in our meadow.
“Look at that!” my brother whispered
“Stay down!” I whispered back
for I was very much afraid.
“do not be afraid!” I heard a voice
commanding me, but looking around,
I saw no one other than my brother
and his eyes were focused on the
strange craft now resting on our
meadowland. “we mean you no harm”
I heard the voice again but doubted
the sincerity in the voice–it made me
even more frightened, like when my
father says ‘this isn’t going to hurt‘
and then it does.
“Raul” I whispered “We have to run
and run fast–don’t look behind you!
Just RUN!” and the two of us got
to our feet and ran, back the way
we came and we didn’t stop or
look back. When we told father about
the strange ship in the meadow, he
did not believe us but he accompanied
us back there. True enough, the strange
ship was gone but when father counted
our sheep, three were missing.
“You lost the sheep!” father accused me.
“No, father, I replied. “That ship must have
taken our sheep” and we walked to
the center of the meadow where, true
enough, the grasses were flattened and
“HUH!” father exclaimed. He didn’t know
what to make of it. My brother and I
never went to the meadow alone again
but the strange ship from the sky never
returned and we never found a trace of
our three missing sheep.
All my life I wondered about that strange
craft and the mysterious voice inside my
head–which my brother didn’t hear!
–and I wondered, too, if we had
not run away, would we, too, have
disappeared with father’s sheep.
After time passed, my brother decided
we had imagined the whole thing.
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally posted August 13, 2010
Updated August 2, 2018