While I was sleeping in my bed on the night of August 25, 1962, I was attacked by a martian who came in through the window. The same time another martian entered my flat through the door. Although they destroyed my doggy Sparky, thanks to the timely intervention of the ground defense and the divine work of the Virgin of Zapopan I was unharmed.

One night when I was sitting home in quarantine, the martians invaded my yard. I believe they wanted to conquer our planet because there were many of them and they came with their families. Only my doggy Juanito stayed outside because they said that the pets don’t get the coronavirus. I thank the Holy Heart of Jesus because the martians weren’t immune to the virus and they returned to their home without hurting me.