"Graaaaaah, my queen devours your marine; you've lost," exclaimed Lucas, holding a large figurine from the Alien saga. The figurine, standing about 30 cm tall, depicted a plastic marine hero resembling Arnold Schwarzenegger, complete with a cigar clenched between his teeth.

"No, he still has a pack of grenades he placed in the queen's mouth. And bam, your queen is dead, exploded. Plus, the other Marines have torched your eggs, and they can escape with the escape pods," argued Ron.

"Ron, you forgot about the Marine's child, implanted by a facehugger. When they enter hibernation, the stomach bursts, and that will be the end of the game," Lucas retorted.

"No, there is still an android on the mission to monitor the cryogenic phase," Ron replied.

Lucas: "Okay, let's roll the dice to see if he becomes paranoid like in the movie and chooses the Alien or Human side."

"Kids, the barbecue is ready; come to the table," called their mother and aunt.

"Okay, let's see who wins after the meal," Ron suggested.

The two children rushed out of the camper van's tent, parked near the lake.

"Wow, sausages in all colors! I want some with white mustard."

"I'll take the curry ones."

"Calm down, kids, wash your hands, and get your drinks from the cooler," reminded Mom.

Their father arrived with a large inflatable boat shaped like a crocodile.

"Daddy, can we try it? Please, just for a minute?" pleaded the children.

Father: "No, after eating and helping Mom and Aunt to wash the dishes and put the drinks and sauces back in the freezer."

OHHHHHHKAY, the kids replied, their faces falling.

Then the two children ran to the camping table.

The whole meal was a battle to decide who would row and who would steer.

The two children decided to target birds with their modified nerve guns, specially improved for camping. They had mischievous plans to catch birds, or even better, frogs or snakes, and drop them into the tents of the neighboring young girls. At this age, girls were more mature and wanted to play mom or pretend to be adults, while the boys were simply being boys.

"Lucas, did you bring the fries, barbecue meat, and beer to catch crocodiles or birds?"

"Yes, and I also packed plenty of cookies for our survival camp."

"Let's take the inflatable boat and call it NOSTROMO GATOR; it'll be our spaceship, and the lake water will be SPACE."

"Yes, it will be fun, and the birds will become hosts for the Queen," Ron chuckled.

"Goodbye, Daddy, goodbye, Aunt," the children called out as they hurriedly left.

The inflatable boat was large enough for three adults or five children, and its legs served as stabilizers, making it very safe.

The two young adventurers reached a remote part of the lake, near a flock of birds. Birds of various colors and sizes filled the sky. The boys concealed themselves under the boat's curved, flexible tail, ready to surprise the birds.

"Ron, do you want to check if there are wolves around here?" asked Lucas.

"But there shouldn't be any wolves here; we're in a park, not near a campsite," replied Ron.

Lucas recalled a story a younger child had told him. The child claimed to have seen wolves feasting on birds and described a giant, many-fanged bird that had terrorized the area. The story had left the child scared, with his mother consoling him, insisting it was just a bad dream.

"So, we'll check the other side," Ron suggested.

The NOSTROMO GATOR set course for the colony.

Berlin Zoo:

McGyver shouted at his assistants in frustration, "What? He could be anywhere by now, and I don't care about wolf problems. You better have ordered those top-notch trackers from the brand. Do you realize how much organizing a wolf hunt will cost us? Fine, but tonight, I want everyone on-site, and I want a grid of this area with a check of all the caves. And head over to the old tannery, which is burned, and check on those poachers. Something doesn't add up, and my gut tells me it's connected."

Cave:

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"Look, Ron, we're approaching the birds."

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PIEW PFIEW PIEEW! The Gatling nerve gun, a special edition designed for zombie hunting, made a series of sharp, rapid sounds as the two boys shot at the birds.

A wave of birds took flight, and the boys found themselves covered in bird droppings.

"See, it was your idea, and now we're covered in bird poop," Lucas grumbled.

"HAHAHAHAHA, you've got it on your head, and I don't," Ron teased.

Lucas's anger flared, and they abandoned the Nostromo.

"Look, Lucas, the water is teeming with birds. Did we kill that many?" said Ron, a touch of worry in his voice.

"No, our nerve guns are relatively gentle and can only stun at close range. It must be something else, maybe the aliens," Ron suggested to the frightened Lucas.

"Let's see. Oh, look, Lucas, there are footprints, like those of big dogs, and feathers scattered everywhere. They seem to be leading this way," Ron pointed.

The two boys followed the path marked by the bird feathers. After a few minutes, they stumbled upon a scene: a hare peacefully resting beside a fox at the entrance of a stone cave, and all around them were scattered feathers.

"Look, Ron, the hare seems to be trapped by the fox. Poor hare," Ron observed.

"No, it's not a rabbit; it's a hare, tougher and stronger. And look behind, there's a lynx. No, two lynxes!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Are they dangerous?" Ron asked.

"Yes, for smaller children, but we're older now," Lucas replied.

"True, but there are two of them. Maybe we should head back home?" Ron suggested.

As the two children turned to leave the cave entrance, they were met with the piercing gaze of four large growling wolves.

"Stay calm, be still," Ron advised.

Lucas whispered, "Ron, those are wolves, black wolves! They're going to eat us like those birds!"

"We have to get to the boat; it's our only way out," Ron decided.

"Quick, kids spotted, we can kill them and run away," one of the wolves whispered to another.

Wolf Warrior 2 argued, "No, remember what Dragon said: no attacks on humans."

Wolf Warrior 1 agreed, "True, but we can detain them or keep them up in a tree. That should buy us enough time until nightfall."

Lucas, his voice trembling, urged Ron, "Run to the boat; it's our only chance."

So, chased by the two wolves, the two boys scrambled to the boat and managed to escape. However, in their excitement or fear, they dropped the oars.

The lake had been warmed by the sun, creating a typical lake trap: a surface layer of warm water with a chilly, deep undercurrent that acted like a conveyor belt, pulling anything peripheral into the center and into the lake's deepest part.

The two children found themselves being carried toward the lake's center, and their speed increased.

"It's not working; we're heading to the middle of the lake," Lucas exclaimed.

"If I jump in, I can swim and push the boat," Ron suggested.

"No, it's too far, and what if the wolves circle around? They'll eat us, and our family..." Lucas trailed off, tears welling up.

"Mom! Dad! Aunt!" they screamed, but they were too far away, and no one could hear them.

They started crying and screaming for help continuously.

Unfortunately, the inflatable boat struck an old submerged pole, and a breach in the air hull began to sink the boat rapidly.

Calls for help grew louder and more desperate: "Please help us! We're going to drown! Mom, I don't want to die! Somebody help!"

And then, the inflatable boat sank beneath the weight of the stabilizers, and the escaping air left the two boys in a perilous situation.

"Mom! Mom! Help us!" they cried out as they struggled in the water, rapidly weakening. There was nothing to cling to, and they were now being drawn into the lake's whirlpool.

On the water's surface, a gigantic, scaly green shape was swimming rapidly in their direction. It was like something from their worst nightmares, with horns protruding from its head and a mouth filled with sharp teeth.

"The Queen of God exists, and she's here to eat us," Lucas sobbed.

"Nooooooo! We're done for! Please, don't eat us!" the children screamed.

The massive creature came to their level, its tail discreetly bending so they could grab onto it like a log.

The two children clung to the "log," trembling as they tried to climb out of the water.

The creature raised its head slowly, its jaws closed, and its tail, with the children on it, positioned so they faced it.

The creature remained still, waiting for the children to calm down. It made dog-like moans and gently approached them, snout slowly drawing near.

"She's going to eat us. She's going to eat us," Lucas whispered, tears streaming down his face.

But then, the creature slowly tilted its head from side to side, a clear sign of "NO."

The children were taken aback and continued crying.

Ron unzipped his jacket and pulled out a chocolate bar, showing it to the creature. "Do you want this? Please, don't eat us."

The creature nodded and extended its tongue, a massive, forked appendage.

The child placed the chocolate on the creature's tongue, which it accepted gratefully. The creature nodded and gestured for more.

"Would you like more?" Ron asked.

The creature nodded once again, and Lucas offered a bag full of chips. It happily accepted the snack.

"See, she's not going to eat us. Maybe we can be friends," Lucas said hesitantly.

The creature nodded, its movements becoming more relaxed. To the children's surprise, it even gave them a quick, gentle lick.

"Hahaha! You're a good queen, aren't you?" Ron laughed.

"Do you want to come with us and have dinner?" Lucas asked.

The creature nodded enthusiastically.

"Does she understand everything we say?" the mother asked shyly.

The creature nodded in response.

"Mom, Mom, can we have dinner with her? This will be the best vacation ever!" the boys pleaded.

The mother hesitated but then agreed, "Alright, we'll have dinner together."

The children and their new friend enjoyed a meal of pizza, hamburgers, and pie, with the friendly creature by their side. As evening set in, the atmosphere became festive, with candlelight and electric lights creating a warm and slightly eerie ambiance.

"Lucas, Ron, welcome back, and happy birthday," their father said. "Park the boat behind the mobile home. It's strange, though; I don't remember it being so big and dark."

"Mom, aunt, this is our new friend, Queen ALIEN. She saved us. Our boat was sinking in the middle of the lake, and we were drowning. Then she heard our cries and came to our rescue. She's our friend; don't be afraid. She's a nice girl. She pushed us to safety."

"M-M-Monster!" Aunt stammered, trembling. "Help! Help!"

The children hurriedly approached the creature, with their father following suit, astonished.

"LUCAS! RON! Come out SLOWLY and don't provoke the beast. Come to us quickly," their father instructed.

Their mother, initially frightened, watched as her husband approached the creature, stroking its head and jaw.

Lucas and Ron hugged the creature, who responded with a gentle lick.

"Is it true that she saved you?" their mother asked timidly.

The creature nodded in affirmation.

"Do you want to attack us?" she asked, cautiously.

Again, the creature shook its head, a clear sign of "NO."

Tensions eased, and the children and their family continued their meal, with the friendly creature by their side. Before leaving, the creature left a message in the sand: THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU. FRIENDS = SECRET. GOODBYE.

With a graceful leap, it bid farewell and disappeared into the night sky.

The wolves, watching the entire time, began their journey to the northeast. Four pairs of watery eyes remained locked on the disappearing horizon. The children cried for days, but their unforgettable memories endured.