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Folks were dying of thirst. The country was seven years into a drought that had sucked every lick of moisture from the bosom of the earth. Most of them parched folks took to filling up churches, lighting candles and tossing prayers to the sky. The rest, well, they took to looking at the government to find them some relief. The thing is, folks should look to themselves for solutions, not the government, though a passing prayer don’t hurt none. God and Governments ain’t familiar with day to day surviving, leastwise, that’s the way Granny Natts had it figured.

And it sure didn’t seem like God or the government were listening when them alien ships started hovering overhead. Granny Natts gathered up her family, and what neighbors would give a listen, and trudged deeper into the hills. They laid in supplies and settled back in the protection of the caves to watch the proceedings on their battered black and white TV set. Wasn’t long before the government struck a deal with the aliens.

The aliens agreed to seed down the clouds so it would rain, and since they were such a benevolent race, they wanted nothing in return. Congress and the President were ecstatic, welcoming the aliens with open arms. But Granny didn’t trust none of them.

Her family kept watch from the safety of the caves as the ships sprinkled the barren clouds with alien refuse. They watched the sky darken and rain tumble down to the scorched ground. Granny made them hang back, watching on the TV, as folks poured outta their houses and into the streets, dancing in the rain, swallowing the life-giving water. But not Granny and her kin. They’d stayed inside the cave. Waiting.

The talking heads on their TV celebrated as folks drank the life-giving water, then sobbed as they watched bellies swell and explode with alien life. The aliens were using human beings as egg sitters for their babies.

Granny Natts threw another chunk of wood on the fire, watching the sparks fly and twinkle into the dank air as the smoke drifted toward the cave entrance. That cursed rain was still falling.

She stirred the pot of water that was hanging over top of the fire, watching it bubble into a fast boil. She skimmed the little black nubs that floated to the top and threw them into the flames. Removing the pot from the fire, Granny got out her jug and poured a pint of corn squeezins into the boiled water. Sure was a terrible waste of good corn liquor, but it was better than drinking the water straight and maybe sucking in one of them little alien sperms that mighta survived the boiling.

Granny chuckled. Silly government, they shoulda known there weren’t no such thing as something for nothing.

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