A family was driving in their camper (a pickup truck) near Omaha and the stockyards. Three beings raced across the road in front of them. The third stopped right in the road and they were going to hit it. It made a huge bounding thirty- to forty-foot leap from the Interstate and over a fence. The entities were small with large heads and eyes, no hair and very pale looking. The stepfather was an ex-FBI man and wanted to stop to investigate, but the mother said, "No. No. Let's get the hell out of here." Later that morning they heard a radio report that some cattle had been found dead in the Omaha stockyards. The father then remarked, "Well, they probably dissected them to see what they're composed of."

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