Frank Mann lived way up the hollar and nobody much visited him. He didn have no kinred an he didn talk much.
One night their was movin lights in the sky up out Franks way. I heered say that their was some shootin too.
You shudda seen what Frank had when he come to town. Had him some pelts he wanted to trade. Frank said it was alean fur. Said he had some more of them aleans in a cage for breedin.
Aint never heerd of no aleans before but them pelts was bout the nicest I ever did see.