“Ahh, very pretty place,” sighed Zing. He and Zang had just entered the elegant dining area in a posh hotel. The snow outside made the room seem even more cozy.
“What do we do now?” asked Zang. Nervous, he tugged at his collar and wondered why humans put up with such confinement.
“We sit at a table and wait for someone to bring us food.”
“Really? Then maybe we should make ourselves visible, or we’ll be hungry all day!”
Zang laughed. “Right. And try not to speak normally. They’d think we’re space aliens or something!”