Ever so slowly the unidentified flying object hovered just above the restless waves of the small Lake. Until something went ping ricocheted off its shiny hull.
A moment later the hunter standing on the nearby bank, who’d taken a potshot at the flying saucer, watched as it slowly rotated counter clockwise. For a brief moment a flash of light blinded his eyes causing him to fall downward into the water.
Startled the hunter, now the size of a wiggling worm, thrashed and splashed about unwittingly ringing the dinner bell. Only to be scooped up out of the water, snatched from the jaws of a large bass about to devour him, then carried away.
To become the meal of a fledgling baby bird.