Aye, 'tis a difficult thing to be a lady on a far world—but who needs them there?
st was on top of the ultra-wave tower and that's where he spent most of his time when he wasn't lazily riding around on the shoulders of one of us or pan-handling Joe, the cook, for something extra to eat.
"He was in his nest when Prunella got him with that delicate-looking, deadly little needle-gun of hers. I'll bet he had a hundred of those tiny slivers of steel in him. One would have been enough, but she must have set the gun on full automatic and then let it spew itself empty."
I made sympathetic noises.
"She said afterward that Johnny had been a possible disease carrier and, besides, he was dirty. There was absolutely no doubt about it--Johnny was dirty and in more ways than one, but as for diseases, Xenon seemed to have none that the human race hadn't already overcome on some other planet far more dangerous than this one."
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I laid more wood on the fire as Lee paused to sip and roll the brandy.
He said, "I've always suspected, however, that the
A "humorous" (sexist, crude) story of how devil-may-care space jockeys deal with a by-the-book female administrator by using a native lifeform. This is probably not the high point in the writing of speculative fiction. My hope is you'll find it at least a little offensive, because that would mean society has progressed a little bit since then.