Mum, what's that?

   "Mum, what's that?", asked Little Suzie.
   "It's a tree", replied Mum.
   "Mum, what's that?", repeated Little Suzie.
   "It's still a tree", said Mum.
   "Mum, what's that?", said annoying Little Suzie.
   "I'd say, based on previous experience, and the constancy of physical objects, that it is, as before, a tree", said Mum, rapidly growing impatient, as was her wont.
   "Oh. A tree. I thought so.", said smart-alec Little Suzie.
   "Yes. A tree. Die, Little Suzie, Die!", screamed a hideous alien, who had surprisingly appeared from nowhere, and joined in the conversation.
   "Mum, what's that?", asked Little Suzie.
   "It's a tree!", Mum replied, having had enough.
   "No, that."
   "Oh. That's a hideous alien come to destroy you."
   "What?!?!"
   "Yes, nothing strange there."
   The hideous alien ("I am not hideous, you just have a rather narrow view of beauty", interjected the alien. "Oh, sorry. I s'pose you could be right", agrees the narrator) then proceeded to fire a massive neuron disruptor cannon at Little Suzie. It did not affect her at all.
   "But this weapon should have made your brains explode!" exclaimed the strangely-attractive alien.
   "Oh. She has no brains." said Mum matter-of-factly.
   "Yeah. So you can't kill me!" taunted Little Suzie.
   "Hmmm... I must ponder this situation" said the alien, disappearing in a flash of energy.

THE END (for now)