“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
“Just the place for a Snark!” I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What i tell you three times is true.”
The crew was complete: it included a Boots
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes
And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,
Though none of the sailors knew how.
– “The Hunting of the Snark” by Lewis Carroll
May. What a time of the year. This all starts on a planet in the Zone of EMERALDIA. A protection Zone with primitive worlds. Unknown to the inhabitants of that world there were extraterrestial activities going on. And on this Special day, May 25th of 1987 (according to the calendar of “AD”), at the very morning strange things were going on in a small town in the middle of the USA…
To be continued…