Mom said their food was weird. Pop said they’ll ruin property prices. Jimmy said they talk funny. I went down the street to see the new neighbours for myself.
The oldster saw me staring into their yard and came over. He was friendly and gave me some candy. It tasted different, not weird. He spoke with a lisp.
I said I’d like to see his country someday. He said he missed it, but couldn’t go back, because of politics. And it was nice that the government let them live here.
I told Jimmy, “They’re just like us, except for the tentacles.”