"How, So . . . " Sharon asked in a worried way, knowing some of Robin's idea's being, so far fetched and way out in left field.
"Have you ever read the book by Stephen King, Firestarter? It ended with them going to the Rolling Stone magazine and break the news to the public! Which, we should go to the media and do the same thing. Either the local newspaper or the local radio station. They can help us out, for ratings at least? And they can also break the Men in Black's secrecy over all this wide open."
"Well it worth a shot at least. But where too, we know nothing about this county or it population to trust?"
"Hey a wait one minute and give me that map" Robin whisper out with another idea "When we first came down here, I recall seeing a radio station, WW something or other on a street call, DOBSON, near a cross road named, Petersen, Peterson or something, Peters Ave?"
Sharon had to use the bright full moon to shine it onto the map to see the letters were large enough to tell them apart. The Cowgirls dare not to use the flashlight {Touch, if English}, with the mask aliens lurking around near by and the MIB still inside the farm "I found a Peterson Ave, with a Dobson Blvd. crossing it. But, Robin’s it doesn’t tell it us where we are? We been traveling inside the woods, since we escaped?"
"Yeah, your right" Robin whispered into a long sigh to see some of the masked aliens moving toward them "We have to leave NOW! We stay in the woods, till we finally lose these guys and find out, where the heck, we are?"
The two Cowgirls slowly ease their bodies deeper into the woods. Still, using the bushes to erase their hoof’s marks.
Wed Oct 27 15:30:25 2010