Look to the skies! Things are landing! What can these alien things be?
I didn’t ask for them. I didn’t plan for them. How many are coming? Will they take over my world?
But even if they are friendly, is there room for these refugees far from home, crowding our aisles in tattered raiment, shouldering our planned for guests aside as they make rude room for themselves?
Where will they live? How long will they stay? Will they be in and out before I realize it—leaving nary a footprint?
Or will they squat on my shelves forever like unwanted relatives who refuse to take the hint and leave, until I carry them kicking and screaming to another library and dump them in a book drop in the dead of night to be rid of them? [editor's note: No.]
Will they be different—wearing foreign labels? Will they be troublemakers? Will they take space away from our good library materials that have lived here all their lives?
Oh, look! One approaches. Where can I hide? Too late. It sees me.
Wait. It seems to be well dressed and has a smile. It speaks.
“Hello. Hope you don’t mind if I rest here a while? I’ll fit right in. I’m just like anyone, really. Well, maybe a little more attractive to people, actually. Don’t worry. I won’t be here long. Someone will soon take me home. I’m very popular.”
Hmmmm! It’s not so scary after all. It looks just like other materials I’m used to.
It sat down politely on the shelves and fit right in, just like it said it would. Oh, look, someone’s coming along and picking it up. It’s going home with someone already! And she’s still taking along some of our old friends
Humph! I suppose those aliens are all right. A bit full of themselves though.






