Kathy, the only high fashion runway model left after the aliens attacked, scurried along back streets, hunched over, trying not to look so tall. Evidently there was a shortage of models on the invaders planet. None of these warriors was over three feet tall.
She hugged Gerald, her teddy, which served as a comfort, especially when she modeled for Karl Lagerfeld, who resembled a demon. All of the model apartment houses were destroyed. The rest of the poulace was left alone and didn't seem alarmed at the disappearance of these models. They went about their business, waiting for buses, going to school, shopping, etc.
Suddenly a door flew open in a dark alley. An elderly man stuck out his head and whispered, Come inside, you'll be safe here.
My name is Joe and I'm a writer who appreciates high fashion runway models. She hesitated and that was her mistake. A high powered beam fired from the sky rendered her frozen. Kathy was about to find a new home among tiny creatures who worshiped those over six feet who weighed less than 105 pounds.
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