Coloured lights streamed like loose ribbons across the darkening sky. The reflection bouncing off the typically flat white tundra.
Jasper narrowed his eyes, hoping a squint would bring him clarity on the source of the phenomenon.
His mother would tell him it was just lights.
His mother was either a fool or a liar.
Something was out there. He just hoped it was something benign, but the bunny had made that seem like the least likely scenario.
Despite his mother's eye rolls, Jasper was entranced with the rabbit's take on "reality".
"Mo-om, their at it again!" he called out.
"Who is at what?" was the predictable yet still disappointing response as his mother opened one eye.
"The aliens - they are trying to communicate again," he said with an exasperated tone.
"There's no such thing as aliens!" whined his sister, the non-believer. She found the concept preposterous. "It's the ghosts!"
Another of the bunny's hypotheses.
"There are no ghosts or aliens." Their mother managed a closed eye roll as she turned onto her side and tried to catch what sleepless rest she had come to expect.
Jasper muttered unironically under his breath as he lay down next to his mother still keeping his eyes on the sky: "sheeple."