chattering at each other in one of the many trees that lined the path.
âHey, Rico,â he whispered. âHow do we know those squirrels arenât visitors from another planet?â
âBecause theyâre squirrels, not Martians!â
âBut how do you know for sure? It could be a really clever disguise,â Ziggy insisted.
âWouldnât this be the logical place to land and hide and observe humans? Nobody would even notice the ship they flew in if it looked like one of ours!â
âWeâve got enough real stuff to figure out here, Ziggy, without making up wild stories about alien squirrels.â Rico opened the door to the Space Museum, where they would learn about early space travel. Jerome and Rashawn trailed behind, happily talking to the three girls from Georgia.
There were so many visitors touring the Space Center, the children paid very little attention to the attractive African-American lady in a navy blue Space Academy jumpsuit who was walking just ahead of them. She glanced back at them as they talked about aliens, looked as if she was about to say something, but then hurried on into the building without speaking. Samantha looked at the woman as if she recognized her, but the lady seemed to be in a hurry, so Samantha let the moment pass.
âSo who eats the bananas every night?â Ziggy asked as they entered the hall full of displays of real space suits and actual lunar vehicles.
âIt couldnât be the squirrelsâthey donât eatfruit. They eat nuts and stuff like that.â
âSee what I mean?â Ziggy said with a laugh. âI read somewhere that Martians love bananas, mon. Maybe weâve got a mystery here after all!â
THAT NIGHT, AFTER AN IMAX MOVIE IN THE Spacedome that showed what it would be like to be in space, several lectures on early space history, a lengthy practice for their âmission,â during which they would pretend to be real members of a team launching a rocket into space, and building their own model rockets, the Pathfinder team dragged themselves wearily to the Habitat.
Cubby and the twins headed for the showers while Ziggy and his friends got ready for bed.
âNow I see why thereâs no television in here,âJerome said as he pulled off his T-shirt. âThey really keep us going!â
âDidnât that shuttle look awesome in the moonlight?â Ziggy whispered dreamily. âIt looked like it could just take off and head for the next galaxy.â
âYeah, it did look powerful,â Rico agreed. âItâs hard to believe it canât fly.â
Ziggy looked thoughtful. âI still think itâs a very clever disguise for visitors from another planet. Remember that story we read about in our mythology book about the Trojan horse?â
Jerome nodded. âYeah, that was a cool story. The Greek soldiers put a giant wooden horse outside the gates of Troy, and the Trojans brought it into the city because they thought it was a gift.â
âBut the Greek soldiers were hiding inside, and when everyone was asleep, they crept out of the wooden horse and attacked the city,â Rashawn said.
âNo one suspected that big old horse had secret soldiers hiding inside, mon!â Ziggy said excitedly.âMaybe there are space warriors hiding inside that shuttle.â
âThat shuttle has been sitting there for years, Ziggy. If bad guys from space are inside it, why havenât they come out and attacked yet?â Rico asked reasonably.
âI think they were waiting for us to get here, mon!â Ziggy said.
Jerome threw a pillow at Ziggy and laughed. âWell, I hope they donât come out of there tonight. Iâm sleepy!â
âI wish I could climb up there and look inside it,â Ziggy said quietly.
âFirst of all,â Rashawn said as he sat in the middle of the floor taking off his socks, âyou act like this is a science fiction