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    Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter
    Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter
    Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter
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    Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter

    By Grandpa Casey

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    At the start of another Summer vacation Zachary gets a call from a classmate whose sister needs help. She woke up one morning and found triangles tatooed on her belly and believes that extraterrestrials are the culprits. At first Zachary believes it may be a hoax or even a pratical joke. He changes his mind when his mother tells him of her experience with ETs. Throwing caution to the wind he decides to help his friend solve the mystery of the triangles.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGrandpa Casey
    Release dateDec 26, 2013
    ISBN9781311297211
    Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter
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    Grandpa Casey

    I'm a retired Grandfather who likes telling stories to my Grandchildren. Now that they are older I want to share them with everyone. My books are my credentials. A percentage of the profits, from all my books, will go to ZFRF, a nonprofit organization that helps families of people with cancer. For more information on ZFRF visit www.zfrf.net

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      Young Zachary Case of the Alien Encounter - Grandpa Casey

      Young Zachary

      Case of the Alien Encounter

      By Grandpa Casey

      Copyright Pending

      This story is fictional and any depiction of a person or place is purely coincidental

      Table of Contents

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER ONE 

      I walk into the kitchen and sing.  It’s summertime, summertime, sum, sum, summertime. It’s SU-UM-ERTIME.  I love singing that song by the Jamies; it has fond memories for me. It seems like yesterday, when I first heard that song. It was the first day of a hot and muggy summer. We were at the beach. Tired of playing in the water, I walked to a small playground; it was only fifty yards away. I spent the rest of the day playing and talking to some girls. As the sun sets, a car passed by with its radio blasting, SUMMERTIME, SUMMERTIME, SUM, SUM, SUMMERTIME. When I turn my attention back to the girls and the sand castle we were building, one of the girls gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran away. She and her giggling friends were gone before I could ask them their names. Since that day it has become a tradition for me, I always sing that song on the first day of summer vacation.  To my surprise my Mother, who is a Schoolteacher, joined me in singing the chorus.  Dad just sits at the table watching and smiling.

      When we finished our duet, I sit at the table and ask her; why are you so happy this morning? 

      She turns her attention to the eggs on the skillet, while replying; this is the first summer, in three years, that I can spend at home.  I got my Master’s Degree last year; unless I want to become a principal and I don’t, I’m as high up the ladder as I can go. 

      Shocked by the news, I think, OH, NO, this is a catastrophe. I do my best not to show my feelings; I don’t want her underfoot for twelve weeks. Think Z think. Come-on, Mom, you know you’d make a great principal.  Then I look at my father.  Dad, don’t you think she’d make a great principal? Dad just sits there, not knowing what to say. Come-on, Dad, work with me here.

      Mom thinks about what I said then replies, I’ve always considered School Principals to be little Napoleons and I don’t want to be one.  Besides, I don’t need the hassle, not to mention the long hours. Out of curiosity, I divided their wages by the hours they work. It turns out that they make less per hour than I do.  

      BUT, BUT, I’m at a loss for words.

      Before I can get my thoughts together, Mom turns to me, I intend on enjoying this summer, so stop trying to get rid of me.

      Darn, she caught on, I try to cover up my true intentions, ME? I would never dream of such a thing. That’s right, I wouldn’t dream of it, but I am thinking about it; yes, it’s stretching the truth, but it’s not lying.  You know what Mom, having you at home this summer may even be fun. (Now that’s lying)

      When I mention; we can spend our days working in the yard and going shopping for clothes; Dad jerks forward, starts coughing, and almost spits out the food in his mouth. Some chewed up pieces of bacon do shoot out of his nose. He does manage to catch them before they hit the floor. My statement must have caught him by surprise.

      Concerned with my Dad’s reaction Mom asks him, Dear, are you alright? Are you choking? Zachary, come here quick and give your Father the Heimlich maneuver, his face is turning a funny color.

      Dad motions me not to come near him as he wipes his face, I’m fine. I just swallowed the wrong way. 

      Mom walks up to me and puts two eggs on my plate.  I eat my eggs in silence, while thinking about the situation.  I wonder how she knew that I wouldn’t be happy about this.  Watch what you say to her; say something wrong and it’s going to be a long and miserable summer.  I’ve enjoyed those summers, when I had the whole house to myself.  Yes, each day she left me a list of chores, but when I was done, the rest

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