Sam and Lila have a dilemma.
There's Lost And Then There's Really Lost
Lila looked around curiously and with an increasing sense of familiarity.
“We’ve been here before. I’m positive!”
Sam blinked slowly at the sight of the crossroads.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I think we are lost,” Lila answered.
“Nonsense, I know exactly how to get there! We go left!” Sam insisted.
“That’s the direction we just came from!”
His fellow traveler sighed and rolled her eyes as she gave him that look.
“Then, logically, we go right instead,” Sam decided.
With a low sound of exasperation, Lila followed him as he began to step out briskly once more. After what seemed like hours or miles, the woman realized they were back at the familiar crossroads.
“Again Sam? We’ve been traveling in circles!” she cried.
“Maybe if we went straight ahead this time…” Sam mused.
Lila was exhausted and famished.
“Why don’t we just go back the way we came? If I don’t get some food and sleep soon, you’ll have to carry me or bury me!”
“Which way was that again?” Sam wondered absently.
The pair sat down on some nearby milestones and began to argue, complete with red faces and frantic hand gestures.
“Here comes someone,” Lila said at last, peering into the twilight. Are you going to ask for directions at least?”
Sam continued to sit there with a stubborn look on his face.
“All right, be that way! But I will!”
Meanwhile far out in space, aboard an alien craft, mutated lizard-vultures sat looking at their vid-screen and laughing at the two travelers.
“Didn’t I tell you it was easy to make those human foobs confused? Our invasion should be a piece of snarfkoople.”
The last sentence made both creatures gargle loudly as they consumed that very snack like popcorn.