“Death to the Unusual Ones!” shouted the grumpy, knowit-
all senior citizens whenever we approached them in their
old age establishments.
“Death to the Unusual Ones!” shouted those adults who
chased us outside whenever we dropped in uninvited at their
large domed cities and closed shopping malls. They were murderously
angry that we had interrupted another one of their
frantic shopping sprees.
“Death to the Unusual Ones!” shouted all those who
threw stones at us. Of course, their stones never reached us
and more often fell back down on the bald heads of their
Yes, true enough, we may be somewhat unusual but why
all the fuss? Why all this noisy commotion? Was it because
we blamed them for this Ice Age or because we challenged
their blindly held religious beliefs? Told them to become the
readers of Another Book? (The Book you are now holding in
your hands.) Told them to consider as holy another land they
had never heard of or visited before? Since those grown-ups
never talked to us, we never learned the reason why they expressed
so much fear and apprehension whenever they saw us
approaching from afar.