Our new neighbors are pod people!���

Aunt Alice almost dropped the pot roast as she set it on the table. Dana looked heavenward as Aunt Shirley drew her spine up even stiffer. ���Pod people! Why I never heard anything so preposterous!���

Dana narrowed her eyes at her nephew. She wished she had warned Remy not to mention pod people, aliens, or any otherworldly beings. Her aunts were from a more genteel time; a time of simple pleasures, gentlemen callers and buggy rides, and they preferred to keep it that way, despising all new technology, talk of atomic threat and science-fiction movies.

���Pod people?��� Aunt Alice asked; her kindly face filled with confusion. ���Are they foreigners? I���ve never heard of Podland before? Is it near Poland?���