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Spacewarp, v. 4, issue 2, November 1948
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12341234123412341234123412341 2 3 2 3 41234123412341234123412341234 THE 4TH STORY by Rct. Andrew Gregg RA 16 286 877 Company Z, STR Fort Monmouth, New Jersey A SMALL GROUP of old women had gathered outside the small Wisconsin church, and the usual discussion drifted on weird subjects. Although those conversing would not have understood the meaning of the word, the subject centered itself further on heredity. "I remember when my daughter was borned," said one of the oldest. "For two weeks before she came I et nothin' but fish. When she was a leetle girl I tried to get her to eat fish, but she wouldn't do it. She never would eat fish. See, she was borned not likin' fish, because I didn't like it before she was borned!" "My son doesn't like cats, either," continued another matriarch. "Whenever John sees a cat in the road he'll go out of his way to run over it with the car. And just before he was born that big black cat we had twenty year ago jumped on my bed and started scratching me. Just went crazy, I guess, and John never did like cats. "Do you remember John Swenson's wife?" Another old one was talking now. "She died about forty years ago, so you might not remember her. Anyway, she lived on a little farm near Castle Rock, she hadn't never been to anyplace larger than that, I guess. The night before she had her seventh young'n, somebody told her about a town in France where everybody has six fingers. All that night she thought about how bad it would be if her baby would be born with six fingers. I delivered the baby myself the next morning. It was born dead, and it did have six fingers. That's the only thing that was wrong with it. It had five regular fingers and one extra little one. We buried it right away and didn't tell anybody, not even Swenson's wife. That's why you never heard of it!" The oldest crossed her wrinkled hands and said, "I remember back in '88 when I was just a little girl. We were living a few miles out of old Richland City on a farm, and I remember what happened to old lady Kowanski's baby. Here's the way it was. Just a couple of weeks before it was born she was chased by a wolf, and..." - END - [[illustration text]] OUT OF THE SEA ED COX
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12341234123412341234123412341 2 3 2 3 41234123412341234123412341234 THE 4TH STORY by Rct. Andrew Gregg RA 16 286 877 Company Z, STR Fort Monmouth, New Jersey A SMALL GROUP of old women had gathered outside the small Wisconsin church, and the usual discussion drifted on weird subjects. Although those conversing would not have understood the meaning of the word, the subject centered itself further on heredity. "I remember when my daughter was borned," said one of the oldest. "For two weeks before she came I et nothin' but fish. When she was a leetle girl I tried to get her to eat fish, but she wouldn't do it. She never would eat fish. See, she was borned not likin' fish, because I didn't like it before she was borned!" "My son doesn't like cats, either," continued another matriarch. "Whenever John sees a cat in the road he'll go out of his way to run over it with the car. And just before he was born that big black cat we had twenty year ago jumped on my bed and started scratching me. Just went crazy, I guess, and John never did like cats. "Do you remember John Swenson's wife?" Another old one was talking now. "She died about forty years ago, so you might not remember her. Anyway, she lived on a little farm near Castle Rock, she hadn't never been to anyplace larger than that, I guess. The night before she had her seventh young'n, somebody told her about a town in France where everybody has six fingers. All that night she thought about how bad it would be if her baby would be born with six fingers. I delivered the baby myself the next morning. It was born dead, and it did have six fingers. That's the only thing that was wrong with it. It had five regular fingers and one extra little one. We buried it right away and didn't tell anybody, not even Swenson's wife. That's why you never heard of it!" The oldest crossed her wrinkled hands and said, "I remember back in '88 when I was just a little girl. We were living a few miles out of old Richland City on a farm, and I remember what happened to old lady Kowanski's baby. Here's the way it was. Just a couple of weeks before it was born she was chased by a wolf, and..." - END - [[illustration text]] OUT OF THE SEA ED COX
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