Zib Falls Sick!

The bell of Chacha Rasheed's bicycle rang down the street — "Trin-trin!"

"The alien bell has rung! I am coming!" His voice carried all the way to the mango tree.

Danish's heart thumped hard. The ship was still humming softly — "Ting… tong… ting!" — as if it were singing happily to itself.

"Zib! Silence the ship!" Danish whispered. "Chacha Rasheed is coming!"