I'm sitting in the middle of a forest, a large, darkened one, in the middle of the night, brushing my tail with my favorite silver and gold brush, the one with the stiff bristles. For some reason, I'm not wearing anything but a pink transleuscent teddy as I work. Suddenly, there's this bright flash of light, transfixing me in place. I can't move. The wind goes still, not a breath, a breeze, anything. Then, I'm sucked up along the beam of light, my brush left behind. The grass is stained slightly around where I was sitting, as if a high heat has scorched it, yet I am unscathed. I am drawn up into a large cigar-shaped object, made of nothing by strikingly high-polished silver. The aliens surround me, all two hundred of them. They're about six inches high...and look like Nikon! The little coonies mull about, looking me over as I stand in the altogether, the teddy being all that shields me from prying coonie eyes and total nudity. Lucky for me, it's not like they can see anything with that bright light shining on me anyway. They walk around me, and giggle in a high pitched voice, talking to each other. Then, all of a sudden, I find myself back in my own room, on my bed, all covered up. How I got there, I don't know. But my brush is there, and Auntie Em is there, and Toto, and I wake up in a world of Black and white letters.

 

And thus, my Artists' Ambush contribution. :-)