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A Creative Writing Piece On A Day Of Work Experience At A Nursery; Through The Eyes Of An Alien. (Title Santa Claus Is Coming To Town)

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"Santa Claus is coming to town."" Wwwhhhaaaaaa ... ... aaaaaaaaaa ... ... boing, boing, thud! " The harmonacraft slid a little way before landing with a great deal of impact upon the soft surface. Much turbulence had been caused by the planet's gravitational force field when entering its atmosphere. My destination, Earth had been located successfully, however safe-landing areas had not been identified by the triple G sonar, (a.k.a. Green Grid Guide) which had been implemented into the harmonacraft just before lift off. This meant that the system had not been preplayed to ensure direct navigation to the zone that was to undergo examination. Despite initial uncertainties I managed to avoid collisions with the nostalgic shooting stars and just escaped death from the Opilostic black hole that awaited me before entrance to the Milky Way. To my surprise there were no signs of this white fluid substance called milk, in fact the Milky way galaxy looked very much like our own galaxy Musikarma. One evident difference though, was the lack, of harmonacrafts. The place looked dead, lifeless!Project HR had dominated most of my life as an intergalactic technomatic researcher and it was essential that I went back to my home planet of Town with proof and evidence of this special person, who would provide us with information about an undercover project called 'Work Experience'. This special person was known as a female, and went by the name of Sukhvir (and I thought my name was wierd!!!) Back home everyone called me Dinzelnitwit; this human's name made mine look great! Despite all of the prior research into this project my hopes of actually finding her started to look dismal, but I couldn't let my fellow Gigglenit people down. I had to go on!I had spent some time hovering around in my harmonacraft, when eventually I saw a Supreme, with a taller person, who was of the same human species. I was slightly reluctant to begin with, but convinced myself and decided to follow them. I was led to this extremely incredible humungadunga bricked block. On my planet of Town, we had learnt about these ancient objects known as buildings, which apparently sheltered and protected these human beings. I was expecting to see something of this description, however, I had never even thought about the absolutely gobble smacking size of this one place. I waited outside for a while and decided to see what the Supreme would do.A few moments later, the taller human left the Supreme, who rather eagerly entered the bricked block building, through what seemed to be a humungadunga porthole. Still quite apprehensive about what I had just witnessed, curiosity steered me towards the porthole as I followed the Supreme into the building. This task was fairly difficult as I flew directly into the porthole, and somehow managed to land on the floor. At this point I had realized that it would take a lot of skill to actually get through the porthole, because to my surprise it was stiff and stubborn as...

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