remembered, had been about Mr Potts.
âHey! Guess what?â
Poor old Pudgy Potts had been abducted by aliens! They had come, and they had taken him.
Without a shadow of a doubt, Mr Potts had disappeared. There one day, gone the next. The official explanation was a nervous breakdown.
âCaused, I do not doubt,â spat Mr Bulstrode, âby the loutish behaviour of some of you boys. Baljit Ssssingh, why are you holding a book over your head?â
âJust taking cover, sir,â said Bal. âSir, are you absolutely certain, sir, that Mr Potts has had a breakdown?â
âWhat elsssse,â hissed Mr Bulstrode, âwould you ssssuggest?â
âWe thought he might have been abducted by aliens, sir.â
âA likely tale!â scoffed Mr Bulstrode.
Well, it wasnât very likely, of course. No one really took it seriously.
Still, it was funny how the rumours persisted. Aliens on the staff â teachers being abducted â Mr Snitcher not being human.
âWord! The Snitch ainât human!â
Rumours didnât come from nowhere.
Joe still reckoned that Mr Snitcher wasnât the only one. âI reckon thereâs hordes of âem!â
The others werenât so sure. It was a nice idea, but⦠why choose St Bedeâs?
âSeems to me,â said Joe, âa schoolâs exactly what they would choose. Plant a few aliens in with the teachers, whoâd know the difference?â
âShould have thought theyâd go for somewhere a bit more important,â said Bal. Bal had a bit of a tendency to argue. âLike the Houses of Parliament, or somewhere.â
âParliamentâs probably already full of âem,â said Joe. âWhole countryâs probably overrun by now.â
It was only a game, of course. They all accepted that; even Joe. Nobody really believed the country was overrun by aliens. The Houses of Parliament, maybe; but the whole country? That was felt to be pushing it.
On the other hand, Mr Snitcher not being human⦠well! That was a different matter. That really might be true. As Ryan said, he certainly didnât look human. What he looked like, more than anything, was an alien trying to blend in and not quite succeeding.
What human being ever had a body that was so thin and twiglike? So covered in knobbly bits? With a face that was so froglike, and eyes that were so bulgy?
âBug eyes,â said Joe. âSure sign.â
As for his earsâ¦! They flapped on either side of his head like giant pancakes in the breeze. Sometimes, when he was taking class, he would pull one of his ears forward so that it almost wrapped round his cheek.
âAntennae,â said Joe, tapping the side of his nose. âNeeds âem for picking up extra-terrestrial signals.â
But then there was his name: Snitcher. Would an alien really choose a name like that?
Joe, as always, had a theory. He said it was precisely the sort of name an alien
would
choose.
âObviously he liked the sound of it⦠obviously appeals to an alien ear.â
They considered it, the four of them, as they lay in bed in the dormitory after lights out.
âYou donât reckon,â said Bal, at last, âthat heâd go for something a bit more ordinary, like Smith or something?â
âNah!â Joe dismissed the suggestion with an airy wave of the hand. âDead give-away. Anyone calls themselves Smith, you know at once itâs not their real name.â
There was a silence.
âMy auntieâs called Smith,â said Ryan.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âYour auntie an alien?â
Carefully, Ryan said, âI donât think so.â
âThere you are, then.â Joe lay down, with a satisfied thump. âThat proves it!â
No one was quite certain exactly what it was that had been proved, but you didnât argue with Joe. He had an answer for everything.
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