        They have four legs, he wrote on the wrinkled paper.  There were fourteen of them.  The biggest one seemed to be asleep when I arrived, but it woke up later and seemed to be in charge.  Good, this was starting to come along.  All but one of them had white coats; the last one was a funny blue-green color.  Was it fur, or were they wearing fur-covered suits?  He hadn’t seen any fasteners on the one that had come up to him, but they could be suits made of some kind of stretchy material, like spandex.  They could even have been applied by a sprayer of some sort.  He’d seen a video by some inventor that had designed a spray-on fabric.  Of course, just because it was on the internet didn’t mean it was true.  Still, it was pretty unlikely an advanced space-faring race would just show up to a beach on an island in Lake Michigan nude.  Frowning, he continued to write.