WALNUT: Lisa Sharp look! They's leavin' me a message!!! It says...Hi Gloopidygroop (dat's my alien name), we's finally come back to pick you up from where you is so you can come back home into da sky now, sorry we left you in Walnut so long since she was a baby but we's comin' to get you and we only didn't say nothin' 'cause it never rain 'round here 'an without you we couldn't come up with no new talkin' thing better, but we remembered we had dis rock you made us before you left so we sent it to talk to you--and they's also said hi Lisa Sharp 'an sorry the drawing's messed up.

GODHEAD: Is it just me or was that a weirdly spot on interpretation of exactly the opposite of what we were trying to say? COWI: At least she could tell your art stinks.

Lisa Sharp spins her head around in survey;

WALNUT: I'ma talk back! I'ma talk back!

The surrounding miserable adults are too occupied miserably picking cotton in misery...

...to notice anything fantastical happening around them.

Nut carefully aims the rock at a juicy lookin' cloud.

She mimics Godhead's native language surprisingly--impossibly--accurately. She of course inserts her own symbology into the message:

"hurry up!"

LISA SHARP: WALNUT STOP IT! THE DEVIL'S IN THERE!

The girls make an absolute art project of the cotton fields in their feud.
A few crop half-circles here. A little slice of the afro over there.

WALNUT: You ain't lettin' me finish! Let go! LISA SHARP: YOU let go dammit! I can't have you talkin' to no Satan when you already MESSED UP enough!

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