Agent22mu

REPORT FROM SECTOR ZZ92Z ALPHA:

My name is Agent 22MU. I am an alien agent on a secret reconnaisance mission to this planet. I was the last in a series of my comrades, and was stranded when my host family unwittingly moved the whole household to a new neighborhood...and then, to an entirely different town.

The original plan had called for each undercover agent to do a two month stint, pretending to be the "family pet" (note the condescending term developed as an umbrella label for a variety of animal companions.

In fact, it is this disregard for animals--in general, which allowed our mission such great success, at the beginning.

Our Task was to blend into human society in canine guise, using every opportunity to study human activities. It's true, there were some glitches in the early days, when there was some uncertainty as to the expected behavior of the afore-mentioned species. Some blankets were chewed, and it was discovered that the sudden escape of the Dog led to a greater amount of attention than was hoped for.

Contact with the mother ship, when exchanges of agents could occur, was difficult, at best. The owners were surprisingly agile, and almost stumbled across the whole operation.

Fortunately, the host humans in question watch a lot of what they call "Television," which has provided each agent with easy access to World New organizations, making surveillance on a grand scale an easy task.

However, near the end of the Earth cycle known as 1999, the host family was uprooted, moving to a new neighborhood, away from any easy access landing sites. There were atempts to escape, but these only provided a greater familiarity with an earth species known as Skunk...and then suddenly, another move was effected, leaving this agent disoriented and uncertain of how to get a message to her Mother Ship and home planet.

<-- Mysterious film of strange lights above the Atlantic Ocean, just off the coast of Cape Cod may indicate an increase in extra terrestrial activity in the area.

It is this agent's hope that the creation of a website to try to compensate for a lack of attention given to their Dog...will be the piece of the puzzle that allows me to contact my ship and resume the project which may indeed, eventually lead to the conquest of this backwards little planet. I hope that one of my fellow agents will intercept this

If any of my comrades read this, I beg you to contact me, and help me to escape from this absurd society. I'm not sure further contact with this planet is wise: there is a certain lulling security inherent in these flavored treats called "pig ears"--I'm not sure how much longer I can resist!

While this agent awaits rescue and return to her home planet, She will also consider discussion of the Film Rights regarding this story of alien invasion and abandonment. Please contact her via the following email link: