Selling a whole town, and doing it inconspicuously, can be a little difficult … either giving it away freely, or in a more normal sense of "selling". People don't quite believe it….
cratching his back with it. When Philip did a doubletake, however, the ear was back to normal size and reposing on its owner's tawny cheek. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he said, "Come on, Zarathustra, we're going for a walk."
He headed for the back door, Zarathustra at his heels. A double door leading off the dining room barred his way and proved to be locked. Frowning, he returned to the living room. "All right," he said to Zarathustra, "we'll go out the front way then."
He walked around the side of the house, his canine companion trotting beside him. The side yard turned out to be disappointing. It contained no roses--green ones, or any other kind. About all it did contain that was worthy of notice was a dog house--an ancient affair that was much too large for Zarathustra and which probably dated from the days when Judith had owned a larger dog. The yard itself was a mess: the grass hadn't been cut all summer, the shrubbery was ragged, and dead leaves lay everywhere
The story was quite magical until the end, which I found mildly disappointing. I liked how the situation grew in complexity as the story went along. Worth reading.
This is a nice entertaining story. Robert F. Young is a write in addition to being a science fiction writer. He brings to mind Ray Bradbury.
The story is oddly entertaining until half way through then you find how really weird it is. But the bone does not hit you in the head until the end. It is a whole 'nuther kind of alien abduction story. It is exceptional for such an old and free work of SF.