Planets, stars, and galaxies: all cosmic matters scattered across the vast expanse of sky, orbiting their pale lunar maestro as they conduct their nightly ballet, all while contained within the lens of a telescope.
The young man gazes wondrously at the stellar performance through his stargazing contraption before lowering his arm.
"All the way up there?" he asks, inquisitively.
"That's right!" his companion chirps. The knowledgeable boy traces his finger across the black canvas and draws a singular straight line. "You soared above our heads like a golden arrow; shining brighter than any star I've ever seen! You fell from the heavens and landed in the lake: Sploosh!"
"And then what?"
"That's when I found you…" the youngster breathes excitedly. "I salvaged you from the depths and brought you here, where we drained your lungs and gave you life! 'He lives', they cried! The impossible man! The boy who fell from the sky and survived!"
"An incredible tale…" the man drags his fingers through his prickly blonde hair in disbelief. "A miracle, one might say…"
The boy beside him smiles. "Mother says you were sent from the Gods…to save us…"
The ranch-hand scoffs. "Did she really? Well, if her saviour was destined to scoop sheep's manure from the barn, then her Gods are nought but cruel jesters!"
The child cackles. The man points the end of his telescope at the boy's chin. "Don't you dare tell her I said that! Or I shall tell her you were up past your bedtime!"
"I won't." his companion vows.
"Excellent…" the stargazer folds his contraption and deposits it into his backpack. "Now, let's retire to bed. We both have our work cut out tomorrow."
The farm boy climbs to his feet and places his fingers to his forehead in salute. "Yes, Sir!"
He climbs down from the roof of the barn and retreats to the farmhouse before his mother can catch him out of bed. Laurel lifts his telescope to glimpse the stars one last time. The Boy Who Fell From The Stars…but for what purpose?