"Grandma! Wake up!"
"What? What is it, dear?"
"Aliens have landed!!"
"Aliens have landed!"
"Allen's been branded? Branded with what? That's barbaric! Who would do such a thing?"
"No grandma. It's aliens; not Allen. I'm talking about beings from another planet. "
"Beans from Mother Janet? Oh, what a blessing. That sweet old nun is always thinking of us old folks. God Bless her. Let's fix some for later, okay dear? We can cook them up with some bacon that I have left in the fridge. Did you say they were banded? I've never heard of banded beans before. Blue Lakes and Runners; that's what we usually get 'round these parts."
"Grandma, please! I'm talking about spaceships from another world."
"What? Well yes, your grandfather did used to give me a whirl before I lost my hips; but that's not really any of your business, honey. Why do you ask? Are you having trouble with some fella?"
"I'm so sorry Beck. Are you all right, dear? You seem so frantic? Let me put on some coffee adn we can sit a spell. Did you say Allen had been branded?"
Fingernail chewing ensued until coffee was brought to the table..
"Grandma, I want you to listen to me very carefully."
"O course, dear."
"Allen's been branded."
"What?! What did you say?"
"I said Allen's been branded. There are beans from Mother Janet that have banded here in lost hips. They're from a mother's whirl."
"Lord of mercy child! Why didn't you say something sooner."
"I'm afraid they have cans for baking us over. Is there anything we can do?"
"Now don't you fret none, honey. We'll be just fine. You run and get the shotgun and shells out of the hall closet so's we can feel safe. And grab that video camera off the top shelf. Maybe we can get some footage of those alien devils to put up on that Ew-Cube you youngin's seem so fond of, eh?"
"Thanks, grandma. I love you."
Challenge: write a story or poem about selective, non-selecting hearing, not hearing at all, or anything else you want to write about as long as it's a discussion between two people. Give us both sides.