I read a short story like that, once. Bratty little girl was telling her therapist about the aliens she met. She showed them how to stomp bugs, throw rocks at the ducks in the pond, etc. It ended with her wondering why the city outside is burning.
Reminds me of the time in first grade when I asked a classmate whether they were a boy or a girl. They were pudgy and wore short hair, so I couldn’t tell visually, and their name was androgynous (no, it wasn’t “Pat”). I don’t recall seeing that classmate in my class the next year, or in fact ever again.
I’m with Phoebe, here. “…’kay.”