Dilly was just beginning to recharge the flat battery in her digital camera when a fleet of UFOs swept across the horizon. One briefly landed in her garden. A little pink and purple personage emerged and said, “May I pick some of your tulips to take back to (it sounded like) Phackthissisalowdovkrapp?”
“Feel free,” said Dilly. The alien blew her a kiss. “Would you like to take a photo of me holding your flowers?” asked the alien kindly. “By way of thanks.” The alien had already picked half a dozen.
“My camera battery’s flat,” said Dilly.
“Oh well,” said the alien. “I was just trying to help.” The extra-terrestrial creature disappeared into the spacecraft with the tulips and flew away.
“Them’s the breaks,” thought Dilly.