No wait! There it was, off to my left. My hands trembled as I pointed the Super Soaker in the direction of the noise. I steadied them. I moved slowly forward.

There it was again! And a corn stalk was moving! I mustered all of my courage, screamed at the top of my lungs, and ran toward the corn stalk with the Super Soaker blasting.

Suddenly, the alien jumped out from behind the corn stalk. I fired away at it, but it was too quick. It dodged the water spray, and scampered away.

I say scampered, because the alien looked like a jackrabbit. It had cleverly transmorphed itself to fit into the country surrounding. But it was an alien all right. Why else would it run away when I tried to hit it with my Super Soaker?

I finally made it to the farmhouse. The nice man who answered the door gave me a strange look when he saw me holding the Super Soaker. After I explained that my car was out of gas, he pointed to the Soaker and said "What's that for?" "To fight aliens," I replied. He gave me another strange look.

Regardless, he went out to his garage and got a gas can. He pointed to his pickup truck and said "Hop in." I said, "Hang on a minute." I went to the faucet on the side of the house and filled up the Soaker. "Just in case," I said to the nice man. He gave me a third strange look.

After gassing up the car, I thought to myself how fortunate I was to have bought a Super Soaker. If I hadn't, I surely would have been alien food-stuff. Thank God for M. Night Shyamalan's timely warning.