Jubilation, U.S.A‪.‬

This is a story book. As members of a peaceful race, Toryl and Sartan naturally found the signs encouraging. They walked at a sprightly pace. A whirring noise behind them brought the two to a halt. They turned to discover a pre-war Chevy choking its way along the road. The aliens edged their way to a gulley along the side of the road. They were confident of a friendly reception but, in the event their calculations had been wrong, they poised themselves to make a break in the direction of their ship. The ancient Chevy sputtered by. The driver was almost as ancient as the car, a bearded fellow with a stogy stuck between his teeth and a crushed hat on his head. The driver slowed down when he saw the aliens'.Howdy, strangers!' he yelled cheerily'.Say, ain't you fellers a mite warm in them coveralls?' He cackled merrily, put his foot to the floor and sped on by.