Garth and the Visitor

Although as brash as any other ace newspaper reporter for a high school weekly and there is no one brasher Garth was scared. His head crest lifted spasmodically and the rudimentary webbing between his fingers twitched. To answer a dare Garth was about to attempt something that had never been dared before, a newspaper interview with The Visitor. There had been questions enough asked and answered during the thousands of years The Visitor had sat in his egg shaped palace on the mountaintop but no interviews. It was shocking even to think about something like requesting a gossippy chat with God.