The sun was still rising and shedding its light upon the Thing on the Sky after the Mayor's announcement. While some villagers saw fit to stay and argue over trivial things, others prudently rushed home and began packing their things. There was family in distants towns and cities they could easily pop in on for a few months if need be. Or simply take an extended vacation.

For those who did not not wish to stay at a refugee camp, that is.

Seven year old Molk was the only son of his father's caravan. Amongst ten daughters, who were all eager to protect him. Twas insufferable.

But at least he could play outside with his friends, at least until "it" had appeared. He hadn't even seen his friends since it appeared, being herded home and kept to his mother's or aunties' hips. He hadn't even been allowed to sleep in his own bed.

Now his little bed in the wall was without sheets and all his belongings were stuffed unceremoniously in a burlap bag.

He clutched his favorite stuffed animal, a quam, whilst wearing his favorite squid hat. They did little to cheer him up, but at least they were there.

They weren't even leaving today. They didn't have the funds to travel very far. They were going to await that refugee camp to be set up. It sounded awful.

If he could, he'd have walked up to that thing and bit it. His saberteeth were not as big as his father's yet, but he was sure it'd hurt.

A moment later one of his father's wives, Auntie Surise, came in to check on him.

"Are you finished yet, Molk?" She asked in a worried tone as she stepped to his side.

He nodded as he squeezed his toy and began dragging his bag towards the door. "Yes Auntie. Im gonna put my bag by the front door with everyone else's."

She watched him a moment in slight amusement as he made slow progress. Scooping him up when he'd made it about halfway in her telekinesis, along with his bag. She nuzzled his head in a maternal manner.

"We're all scared, Molk," she told him in a soft voice.

He wanted to protest but relented, snuggling into her thick mane as he held his quam. She gathered his bag and left the room, closing the door behind them.

The family would be sleeping together in the living room until further notice, all their bags prepped by the door. The little jack wondered what the future days would hold for them.

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It continues! The Mur are all worried about what the UFO means. Stayed tuned for more of the story as I draw and write it out.

Enjoy!