Then what can only be described as a Smurf suddenly leapt out of an opening in the side of the craft and walked towards me whistling in a high pitched kind of way. I took a sip of beer and scratched my belly – what else you gonna do? - so he turned around and went back to his ship and took off, just like he came.
All was quiet for a while, and the birds who'd gone quiet started their blasted twittering again, then a voice came across the fence from the neighbours' yard, “Oi, Jim, what'd the fella want?”
“Directions, “ I shouted back.
I scratched my belly again.