They zapped my motor's magnets.

Some say the mountains grew from a molehill: a tiny little bump in the road that at one time could have been removed easily. But the molehill grew, nearly overnight, and became a spooky and spinely, foreboding range known as the Belgies.

By rights I ought to have been lolling in bed this morning, but Nancy was ill and I had to goalkeep for the Second.

The Plutonians, who are almost extinct, once held a superscience that they have largely lost. Early Plutonian visits to Earth survived in folk memory as the devil, since Plutonians are gigantic, with horns, hooves, and tail.