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11 army men wanted to talk to me the most, me, an eleven-year-old girl with secrets in my head. But the beings told me | couldn't tell because ‘there will be those who will tamper with your mind.’ And here they were, the tamperers, the army men.” Everyone except her brother-who was allowed to go out in order to take care of the farm animals-was kept inside the house for the four days in which the military personnel were present. Only her brother saw what was going on outside the house. He remembers more than twenty soldiers brought in the big truck and told to man their stations on the farm. Two of the men stayed at the end of the driveway, and the others performed various duties on the grounds. When he was allowed outside to take care of the chores, Pat’s brother remembers being questioned by a man dressed in a white lab coat, who asked about the chickens and pigs. “Are your pigs out there?” the man asked, gesturing, and the boy nodded affirmatively. “No,” the boy said, “why?” The man said something about the minerals in the soil making the animals act strangely. Pat’s brother said he felt comfortable with this man and wasn’t afraid to answer his questions or to ask some of his own. He even asked if the man wanted some fresh mint, a favorite treat, from a patch near the cellar. But the man refused. “They’re taking samples there and we'll be in the way,” he explained. “When they’re done, we'll go get some.” Pat said she was “mad” about being restricted. “| felt scared like they would take away my family and put me somewhere like in a jail or something. But | also felt protected by the being who was my friend. | was calling him a little boy then, but | knew the being wasn’t a real little boy.” Two female doctors set up their gear in the parents’ bedroom, where Pat was given an injection. “It made me sleepy,” she said, “and | lay on my mom’s bed on some towels and told them my story. | even told them, "You’re in my mom’s room where the white glowing ones were. You don’t belong here, but they do’.” | asked Pat to start back at the beginning and tell me everything she could remember about this event. She put herself back into an eleven-year-old frame of mind and began to relive the situation. “| see this man dressed up in a uniform of some kind, a full-dress uniform, but it is brown,” she said. “He has on a coat jacket and pants that match and what | call a captain’s hat. He is talking to my mother and grandmother, holding a file envelope in his hands. He has thick silver-gray hair. There is another man in a dress uniform, and he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. His name is Mr. Donaldson. He’s an army man, too,” she explained, “but the other people are setting up a ‘three-TV-screen’ thing in our living room. It’s a little taller than | was.” Mr. Donaldson then opened out “arms” on the machine and told Pat that the device looked like a robot. “See, Pat,” he said, “if we open the panels out, they look like arms, so maybe you saw a robot like this?” “No,” Pat told him adamantly, “I didn’t see a robot. | saw a real little boy.” She recalled the “lady doctors” clearly. “One lady had on a white coat,” she described. “One was named Dr. Susan, and she had on a light orange coat. Dr. Susan seemed to have brown-blonde hair with bangs over her forehead, and the rest of her hair was pulled “Have the pigs been acting funny?”