“We’ve admired your work for some time,” the alien began, his voice warm and somehow familiar. “We’d like you to come join us on our planet, as Earth’s first ambassador,” he said as he motioned to his ship. “It will be paradise. We’ve made all the accommodations.”
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“We are very sorry,” the alien said. “It is possible that we could recreate him once on our planet, from your memory.” The farmer scratched Julius behind the ears. His hind leg kicked in glee, just as it always had. “I can’t.” “We understand.” And with that, he was gone.
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