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“You don’t believe me do you?” said Mr. Flannel, “Tell you what, as

soon as I finish this load, I’ll take you home and show you what I’ve

been doing… but it HAS to be a secret, right?”

“Right,” agreed Jeremiah.

There was a spare shovel in the cab of the truck, so Jeremiah grabbed

it and worked with the man for the next half an hour, and so the truck

was empty again, then the bike was put on board and they drove slowly

back to the house. On the way Mr. Flannel explained his background in

astronomy and communications, and how he had built his own orbiting

telescope and receiver. His work had led to the discovery of the Floobles

and their occupation, and, knowing that nobody would believe him, he

had started work on his own measures to avoid the meat-harvesting

habits of this trans-galactic species.

They crawled up the road and parked under the unloading board.

Jeremiah followed Mr. Flannel up the wheel barrow track into the house

and waited for the door to open after the password was spoken. They

stepped into an empty room, with concrete walls, and waited for the first

door to shut, then Mr. Flannel went to the second door and flicked a

light switch.

“Welcome to my labyrinth!” he said with a laugh, “I bet you’ve never

seen anything like this before!”