Hal couldn’t see a square or a circle or any shape or pattern that would give him a clue. Just random spots all over the lawn where something had flattened the grass. The only thing they had in common was they weren’t going away quickly.
Something heavy must have made them, weighing down the individual blades of grass enough so that they couldn’t bounce right back. The same could have happened if something had been there for a very long time, but the spots had appeared overnight. As he looked, he tried to come up with a plausible explanation. None came.
The implausible explanation, a UFO. He loved it. As soon as it came to mind he had to stop. He was giddy! A UFO landed in their yard! Suddenly a thousand possible stories shot through his head. He couldn’t wait to get to his computer!
As he hurried to the den, his wife, Susan, stepped out of the kitchen. “So, what do you think of those weird spots?”
“Not sure. I’ll give it some thought. They’ll probably pop out as the day goes by,” and off he went.
Susan went back in the kitchen and picked up her phone. “Thanks Mom,” she said to her mother-in-law, “It worked perfectly. He’s in on his computer already!”
“What did you use to make the spots?” She asked.
“Wet stuffed animals! I’d wanted to wash all Jeffie’s stuffies while he was at camp. I left them out overnight. They’re rewashed now and in the dryer.”
“Well,” His mother said, “I had Hal here for more years than you’ve had him yet, and he’s had writer’s block before. I always found that it’s a lot easier giving him something new to write about, than trying to talk to him about it.”