The time could have been the present, the past, or maybe the future, but instead it was 8:06 p.m. Jack Franklin Sims was watching television in his favorite position--straight down. Jack was the president of a large corporation in the Midwest. His wife was out-of-town during this particular day. She was off on a trip of good-will to help the poor in a nearby town.
The T. V. show was over. Jack got an idea. Why not do something that had never been done before? Why not go to Saturn and back before his wife got home? He would have to go before the next day, when his wife was coming home. It was just a few million miles away. He could make it, if he hurried.
Sims went outside to his work-house. He took some tin and wood, and he put together a first-class rocket. Gasoline was used for fuel. It was 9:15 p.m., when he finished. The countdown started. At exactly 9:16 p.m., the engine was ignited. There was a big explosion.
Mrs. Sims came home the next morning. She found a large crater in the backyard. On investigation,
she found what seemed to be the remains of a person. Little did she know that Jack Franklin Sims was out of this world, in more ways than one.
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