Kid Bomber, a handsome guy no older than 25, still called himself a kid nonetheless. When he became old enough, he moved to a new ranch, just next to his dad's ranch. Kid Bomber grew up in the town, attending their school, as well as tending to the animals, practicing self sufficiency, and watching old western movies.
Today, on Saturday, Kid Bomber was on his new home's ranch, and he gave buckets of cold water to his livestock. He also harvested carrots, alfalfa, multicolor corn, and fresh berries. He fed some alfalfa and carrots to his sheep.
"Here you go, Cloud," Kid Bomber said, feeding some carrots to his favorite sheep, named Cloud, by hand. Just yesterday, he sheared all his sheep for fleece, especially since it was so hot outside.
Just as he was about to prepare some cracked corn, using the multicolor corn he harvested, he saw something strange in the distance. From his angle, he saw a green person, tending to his own sheep. He didn't look any younger than 25, too."Hmm," Kid Bomber felt confused, speaking to himself, "I wonder who this new person is. I should try to introduce myself to him." He quietly walked to this person's ranch.
Kid Bomber reached this person's ranch. In front of him, a tall boy, in a green suit, with white gloves, tan shoes, and an ordinary antennae on his head. His name was Atomic Bomber, and he took care of sheep every day for his dad. His mom worked as a homemaker. His dad worked as an accountant.
Atomic Bomber seemed happy and cheerful. He immediately looked at Kid Bomber, wondering who this guy was. "Hi there," Atomic said, "Who are you, mister?"
"My name's Kid Bomber, I'm a rancher," Kid Bomber answered, waving hello. "Seems like you're a rancher too. What's your name?"
"My name is Atomic Bomber, and me and my family just moved here, as we're from another planet," Atomic answered. "I have a mom, a dad, and a little brother. Do you have a family?"
"Yes, I sure do," Kid Bomber nodded, smiling. "In fact, my new house is right next to my parents, in case I get lonely. Even though I'm quite independent and grown up, it's good to be with loved ones.""That sounds nice," Atomic replied. "I'm a teenager now, and my little brother is seven years old. Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, I do, two older sisters and one little brother, who's in kindergarten. My two older sisters are both cooks and fashion designers," Kid Bomber replied. They chatted on, until Atomic's dad whistled. It was time for lunch, and Atomic's mom made salad and stew, with mutton, corn, and carrots.
"Nice talking to you, Kid, but it's lunchtime now," Atomic said, shaking hands with Kid Bomber. "Or, maybe you can talk to us some more. I'll ask mom and dad if I can invite you to lunch."A few moments later, Atomic's parents accepted the invitation, and Kid Bomber proudly came to lunch with them.