The aliens came from a far distant world
in a large yellow ship that blinked and twirled.
It rounded the moon, and entered our sky.
We knew they had come but we didn't know why.

Bright the next morning with noisy commotion,
the ship slowly moved out over the ocean.
It lowered a tube and drained the whole sea
for transport back home to their galaxy.

The tube then sucked the clouds and the air,
causing no small amount of Earthling despair.
With nothing to breathe we started to die.
"Help us! Please Stop!" was the public outcry.

A hatch opened up and the aliens said,
"We're sorry to learn that you will soon be dead,
but though you may find this slightly macabre,
we prefer your extinction to the loss of our job.

"That's my science fiction story. Think it's too far-fetched?" Calvin. Hobbes, "Not enough really." --Bill Watterson