There was an incident a few days ago that did not make the national news and did not show up on the internet. I believe the lack of news coverage is because of my lack of importance. What happened was a gang of small terrorists invaded our house, our very HOME and took over everything. I now know their names and can identify them with ease. They cannot escape my heightened sense of observation as I made mental notes. And yes, before I get comments on my mental ability from certain people with negative personalities, I do have a mental ability. It is just that I am waiting for something important to come along before I use it all up. **see footnote
The apparent leader of this gang was named E- li, a nefarious sounding name if I ever heard one. His traveling, and terrorist companion, was dressed in large, horizontal stripes. That may have indicated he had escaped from confinement somewhere. His name seemed to be Ma-D-Din. Yes, another foreign sounding name which may appear in future newspapers. The female, who was the least of the three, had the anonymous sounding name of AHN- nie. Until later in the invasion when she made herself known, she was the calmest and less “invasive" of the trio. More of that later.
This started after they had gotten access to our home and I came in from the garage. As I stepped into the hallway from the utility room, Ma-D-Din met me there with his arms outstretched. That meant that I was under his authority and was expected to obey his hand signals. Naturally, I had to assume I was going to be held captive so I held out my arms in surrender. As I picked him up he put his arms around me which almost caused my heart to stop. Obviously he had trouble speaking but had no trouble communicating. With his arms around my neck and his head on my shoulder, I had no choice but to go carefully to my living room chair and see about rocking.
When he had me placed firmly, he decided that was enough Mr. Nice Guy and slid to the floor and started his explorations. This group seems to think that our possessions were valuable as the two larger ones began a physical exploration and examination of everything they could reach. Sitting quietly in my chair was no longer an option. The two overseers had Herself held in her chair and that left me to monitor the two who seemed to be assessing everything.  Ma-D-Din had a particular interest as he seemed to revert back to the customs of his country.
I am not sure if his country had some great liking for geese or considered them unholy. We have two ceramic geese at the end of the media cabinet that he took a particular interest in. Grabbing one goose around the neck, he began to drag it around the room. That is, after he had banged the two together. E-li took the goose from him which left me, as I indicated, wondering why the geese? At that point I gave up and took Ma-D-Din to the treasure room. He appeared to be unimpressed. One would only have to assume he would much rather drag a ceramic goose in hopes of wringing its neck than to play with a silly ball.  His overseer cautioned him but he seemed to ignore her.
E-li demanded I read some manifestos he probably wanted translated into his language. We went into my office (you may pause until you can control your laughing) and chose two works of small-people propaganda. Apparently These works have some literary value so we took them back and E-li got in the chair with me. We read, and sounded out, Miss Suzy and How Fletcher Was Hatched. Miss Suzy is a red squirrel and the story is about helping and loving. Fletcher is a large hound dog who learns that even hound dogs can be loved. This reader does not have the stories memorized but hopes the opportunity arises as even the smallest of the group could benefit from the philosophies.
But somewhere during the reading the third member of the gang decided to be noticed. She was in her special conveyance device when she began to do her vocalizations. Now, I am no longer considered a viable musician around here but I have to believe that AHN-ie hit a high ‚ÄúC-sharp" if not a high ‚ÄúD". No one could ascertain the reason but it got everybody's attention. It was a great day!       
 **footnote:  That's my story and no matter what my teachers said, I am sticking with it.