"You all do know we have God to thank that our family and guests are now safe from harm", Samia reminded everyone.

"I guess almost being shot out of the sky without provocation is what's to be expected from a spiritually dead civilization", Jemu added.

"Mom, I thought of a poem just right for those jet pilots", said Sassa.

"That is?", asked Samia.

Sassa recited, "Poor little billy goat - Lost his master - Stuck in a moat - Can't ya go any faster?".

"That's them alright!", Jemu laughed.

"That's cute, Sassa", Samia complimented her daughter. "We should radio that to them someday".