It is more than likely that one day we will meet, be invaded, or saved 

  by, the denizens of another world, dimension or reality. Actually, we, 

  as humans have been doing this to other beings for millennia.

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  This history concerns the experiences of an adventurer, avianthropologist,      politico-sociavianthropologist and agitator for the individual rights of the       flockutariat insurrectionists against the psittelite in the Kingdom of Avianza.

  As a result of his tireless support for the fundamental right for an advanced 

  organism to choose their preferred path to freedom and happiness, the

  protagonist of what unfolds here, can never now divulge his true identity,

  and is doomed to exist as a scarlet tinged shadow, under constant threat      of the ultimate barbaric traditional punishment for those egging on the          insurrectionists of trucking, tucking, bucking, plucking, mucking and f ...        Oh! No! I've got that wrong - that punitive climax has been superseded

  (for propriety's sake) .. chucking and remain for ever known only as:

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  Finally, the above named, though keen observer and activist, is 

  neither writer, nor artist of repute, and sorely hopes that the reader will 

  forgive shortcomings in both as he recounts the unfolding situations and

  events as he saw them. He further defends himself by averring that as          time, tide and history pass, his skills in both of those expressive arts can 

  only improve.

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