Steve saw a black male goat.
“Who are you”, the little boy asked.
“I’m Mr Satan!”
Hidden in a bush, Mike had lots of fun, watching a scared face of his little brother.
There is nothing like a good hallucination, he thought, hiding brain wave jammer (his latest invention) into his pocket.
Suddenly, heavens opened and the boy saw a bearded man in a white robe.
“W-who a-are you?”, he stammered.
“I am God, you sinner,” roared the phantom.
“Oh, my God!”
The spaceman had great lots of fun, watching a fainting boy from aboard an invisible spacecraft.
There is nothing like a good hallucination, he congratulated himself, laughing his head off.