He didn’t remember much: what happened before, why he ended up here on this strange planet, where humans (or whatever they call themselves) were so cruel and laughed at him just for how he look.

He fell to this planet. The Earth. He didn’t know much about it and it’s not looking like his planet… It’s a very strange and noisy place, where everyone always in hurry. And to where they all run? Who wait them so much, that they run and run… and don’t even look around looking only in small thing that rings… They call in telephone and it seems like here people mostly communicate with this “phone” or Ziggy just didn’t get it.

Now he was still sitting in the park in which he fell down and just stayed here. He tried to speak to people, but they just laughed at him for his clothes. Yeah, people here wear a very boring clothes… Mostly in colours or black, grey and sometimes white. So that’s quite predictable that his so bright red and shining clothes would catch eyes of everyone. But not in good light, sadly.

The first human that spoke to him asked him if he is from the circus. He didn’t know what meant “circus”, but since human laughed… Probably it was not the best place or he just mock him.
And poor Ziggy just asked the same question: “Excuse me, do you know how come to the Mars?”

They didn’t take him seriously… So after a few days, he stopped trying and just sit here at one place, silently asking the sky to bring him back to home the same way the cruel sky throw him to this planet, where no one needed him.

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It was already late. He still sit on the grass as he looked up at the stars, raising his pale hand up as he whispered:

“Bring me home… Just bring me home… Why you always silent?” He spoke to some star that was shining in the sky and of course wouldn’t answer him.

In this time you go back from your work. It was late and you rarely go back so lately so you decided to come through the park. You see this strange man sitting and talking to yourself… You wonder who he is. This park usually empty.