Today the fields are quiet, but soon they will return — one or two at first, and then by the hundreds. Every year they make the journey, guided by an instinct that science has yet to understand, until they arrive at the fabled Fields of Kibble, where they will engorge themselves in preparation for the long trek home.
“Don’t get me wrong. I love my family very much. But lately it seems like we don’t really communicate anymore. For example, I tried to engage my brother Stuffy in a discussion about whether it was truly possible to experience reality within the confines of our senses, or if there existed the tantalizing possibility of a greater world all around us that we might know if only we had the means. He just stared at me, and so did my sister Stuffina.”
I’d talk to that cutie all day, Sharon H.
Reader Douglas L. sent in a picture to remind me that today is Star Wars Day. That’s odd, I don’t remember Princess Leia enjoying her time in Jabba’s palace this much.
“Ah — welcome, Professor LeStrange. I trust your journey from Cairo was an uneventful one. I regret that we must meet in such a remote location, but my employers are most desirous to avoid unwanted attention. So, the lost squeaky toy of Tutankhamun — you have brought it, have you not?”