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Festival Day


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      Sirens blared in the distance announcing this was to be the big day. Most of the people in our small town were in their front yards watching the sky. Oh, some weren’t interested, and went about their daily lives, just like nothing was going to happen. One fellow stated he’d never seen one before, but then I don’t think any of us have. Rebekka, the school teacher, said she had read somewhere that a very, very long time ago, it was a common practice. For some odd reason, not much more information could be found from that time period. Sure we had scientist and historians but nothing had yet been uncovered  to give us a clue. At least in our part of the world. They theorized that all of the information had probably been destroyed in some sort of catastrophe. Maybe, somehow the world had been reset. Not one person knew what to expect.
      
     A couple of days earlier the leaders of our country were contacted from across the ocean. Discoveries were made and they had been in the process of research and development for some time now. They informed us to be prepared for the most important event of our lives. It was more than likely going to happen today unless there were complications.  The letter went on to state that in the unlikely event of complications not to worry it was still going to happen and we would be given a new date. They called it a gift to the world and we were first to receive it.
      
     The sun was brilliant in the morning sky. Birds were singing, flowers were in bloom, and there was a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Rebekka canceled school because she thought this would be a good learning experience for the children. People were going in and out of local stores buying binoculars, water, lounge chairs and a host of other goods. Not sure what to expect they wanted to make the event as enjoyable as possible. There were families going on picnics in the park, children laying on blankets in their front yards, teens gathering in groups of friends laughing, talking and adults sharing drinks. Researchers and scientist were setting up measuring devices and recording equipment in large open fields and news reporters were dispersed all over of town. If we would have had more than a couple of days' notice the Mayor said he would have declared a holiday and planned a parade. We assumed it was a perfect day for the great event.
      
     Pete took his job real serious, said it was one of the most important in town, so he was out delivering the morning newspapers. He had put them together the night before and according to the first page it ought to happen sometime mid-morning to early afternoon, but it could happen at any time during the day.
      
     Jackson, the local constable, thought everybody was making too big a deal out of something we weren’t sure was actually going to happen. He was inclined to believe it was all hogwash anyway. He said, “If it happens then I’ll believe it.”
      
    Early morning turned to mid-morning and the excitement mounted. Plans were being made for later in the day to celebrate the biggest day any of us will have ever witnessed.  The city council was putting on a dance at the arena later in the evening, highlighting the event with fireworks at midnight. Miss Rebekka said she would get some of the younger teenage girls to help her throw a party at the school for the children during the dance.
      
     Mid-morning slipped into early afternoon, and some of us were beginning to get anxious, afraid that Jackson just might be right. Still we waited, anticipating, getting restless. A very few began to saunter back into their homes. Men began placing bets. Children started playing various yard games.
Early afternoon became late afternoon. Still nothing. Picnic lunches were long gone by now. A few merchants kept their shops open hoping for more business before the day was over. Jackson was bragging that he knew it all along, and Pete was telling us to be patient the day wasn’t over yet.
      
     By early evening mothers were inside preparing the evening meal. The Mayor and constable went back to the municipal building to finish some paperwork. Pete was back at the news center to tend to the news wires.  There was still a small cluster of people here and there holding out hope. The researchers and scientist were still in the field waiting patiently. Still nothing.
      
     Finally, by late evening all the excitement had pretty much died down. Disappointment had settled in and most folks were inside.
      
     As the town was beginning to close for the night the sirens in the square started blaring. That meant there was urgent news, important to everybody. Just a few short days ago that was how this whole thing started, sirens blaring. After he gave everyone ample time to gather, the Mayor gave the announcement. It seems the leaders of our country have received word from the leaders across the ocean. They needed a few more day to prepare. The great machines they had discovered were just about ready, but not to worry it will happen. Be prepared for the big day will definitely happen soon.
      
     Well, the talk is that all festivities are on hold until we receive word of a new date. Since we have more time to plan we’ve added some new activities. This will make the day even more memorable. After all, nobody here has ever been to an invasion.


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