Everyone around here is always finding blue and white pottery shards in their garden dirt. Mrs. O says it’s the remnants of farm kitchens that used to be here. I say it’s because of huge ceramic space ships that visited, a long time ago.
“Why would aliens make their space ships out of pottery?” Mrs. O smiles.
“They came from a muddy planet.” I tell her. Why not look at time travel a different way? Maybe the future got here first, and they loved to drink tea….