“KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!”
Heavy bangs on the door.
Wilbur checked the clock.
Dark outside; half-past four.
He moved to stand.
Wilbur peeked outside.
Unfamiliar armed soldiers; he was outmanned.
Unknown armored trucks; danger implied.
He wondered, “Are they from a future land?”
He opened the front door.
A soldier stood proud and svelte.
“What do you want?” Wilbur asked. “A war?”
“You wish to hear our demands?”
The soldier bowed his head and knelt.
“Sir, we await your command.”
