Mrs. Ralph Butler and an unidentified lady friend were standing in a field outside of town watching a familiar sight---what they called little flashers: bright, blinking lights that danced around the sky almost every night. Suddenly one of the objects descended rapidly and hovered at the far end of the field where they stood, swinging back and forth a few feet above the ground. Colored lights flickered around its glowing rim. One of the women let out a little gasp and crumpled to her knees in a trance-like daze. Mrs. Butler, reached for her, but she was immobile, her head dipped down. A strange voice, stilted and metallic, came spasmodically from her lips. "What ...is ...your...time...cycle?" the voice asked. Mrs. Butler recovered from her surprise and tried to explain how we measured minutes, hours, and days. "What...constitutes...a...day...and...what...constitutes...a...night?" the voice continued. "A day is approximately twelve hours long---and a night is twelve hours long," Mrs. Butler replied. There were a few more innocuous questions, and then the other woman came out of the trance.

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