"Don't know," he said. "Something red. Let's look."
The two of them turned off the path and made their way through a
dismal barrage of thicket to the clearing that lay beyond. When they
got there, they saw the circular object--_vehicle_ might be a better
word. It was possibly fifteen yards in diameter. It seemed to be made
of three rings, smaller ones bottom and top and the larger one ribbing
the center, and to be constructed of some kind of plastic. Between the
central and upper rings were set a series of small windows. The entire
thing was painted a gaudy red.
"What do you think it is?" Fred said.
"A flying saucer," Alice said promptly. She laughed a little, but
clutched at her husband's arm. "Isn't it?"
"I don't know."
"But what else would it be?"
"I don't know," Fred said again. "Let's look inside."
"Fred," Alice said, "You'd better not--"
"Don't be silly," he said, and walked resolutely up to the object and,
standing on tiptoe, peered through one of the windows.
"What is it?" Alice called from the edge of the clearing. "What do you
see?"
"It's empty," he called back.
"What's inside?"