martians

I remember the way the Afghan villagers peeked out of their mud-walled homes, looking at us like we were Martians.

But what of the Martians, looking down from above—will they notice and recognize the message?

From conservatives' incredulous responses, you'd think Pelosi had suggested that little green Martians stole her briefing memos.

He was almost skeleton thin, like most Martians, and so tall that if he fell down he'd be half way home.

Even the silent, bland-faced Martians stopped sipping their wine-syrup and nodded their dark heads in time with the rhythm.

A couple of silent Martians prepared undistinguished meals and did housework in the quarters.

I told the Martians that I knew there was a catch somewhere.

Clever, these Martians—they fix it so you can shuttle to and fro in development.