The Creature

 

What what was this creature on my roof? A four fingered hand? With a face? It’s thumb was bent, like when I put my hand on my hip and it made me laugh. I called, “Hey, finger man!” Its black eyes widened cluelessly. I asked, “Where do you come from and why did you choose my roof?” It gave me a thumbs up to show it understood. It made a noise that sounded like a baby babbling, that made me wonder if it speak back. It lay palm-down, lifted pinky and thumb and flew off like a paper aeroplane!

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