A Not-So-Scientific Story (10)

"I am..." A-kui stammered, "I am... a witness!" "I wasn't fighting, I was just passing by," Xiao Mei rolled her eyes. "Then what about you?" everyone asked me. I looked at the mountaintop. The lucky egg, wrapped like a mummy by A-fei, sparkled in the sunset. Suddenly, it didn't feel so bad. "I'm the one telling this story," I said. "From today, Guibei Mountain is renamed!" Tie Tou shouted towards the valley, "It shall be called—Alien. Egg. Mountain!" "Okay! I approve!" A-mao shouted from below. "You go back and do your math!" A-mao's mom yelled. At the end of the story, A-fei actually carried half an eggshell home. He vowed to bake an 'Alien Egg Tart' with it, but it ended up burnt, and he was chased by his grandma for half the street. Running, he yelled, "Grandma! This is alien cuisine! The aliens said this is how you bake it!" His grandma waved her spatula, "Aliens, my foot! You're cleaning the toilets tomorrow!" In the sunset, the silhouette of Guibei Mountain—no, Alien Egg Mountain—lay quietly, like a giant, crouching egg. The legends on the mountain continued to grow, and we below, our laughter carried farther than the cicadas' chirps. (To be continued)