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¡°Zero Hour¡± is a science fiction short story written by Ray Bradbury and first published in 1947.
The story is set in a suburban neighborhood where children are playing a game called "Invasion." The game involves pretending that aliens are invading Earth, and children enthusiastically participate in building defenses and pretending to communicate with the invaders.
As the story unfolds, it becomes clear that the game may not be entirely imaginary. The children's mother dismisses their play as a harmless fantasy, until a series of mysterious events begin to occur. The children claim that the aliens they were playing with are real and are planning an actual invasion... .
¡°Zero Hour¡± explores themes of childhood imagination, innocence, and the ambiguity between fantasy and reality. This also raises questions about the power of imagination and the potential consequences when children's play takes on more sinister and unexpected dimensions.
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Oh, it was to be so jolly! What a game! Such excitement they hadn't known in years. The children catapulted this way and that across the green lawns, shouting at each other, holding hands, flying in circles, climbing trees, laughing.... Overhead, the rockets flew and beetle-cars whispered by on the streets, but the children played on. Such fun, such tremulous joy, such tumbling and hearty screaming.
Mink ran into the house, all dirt and sweat.
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