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Scenes of Fantasy, v. 1, issue 4, 1939
Page 6
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Page 6 Blenkins. Blenkins ran down the stretch of Martian soil. The Ionians were after him. (Why? Im sure I dont know) He had been here on Mars for two years (Terra time of course) but he still found it hard to get along with the Martians. Gelatinous creatures, these, but spritely, due to Martian gravity. Blenkins had been caught stealing Martian tobacco. Can you blame the Martians for getting sore? Can you blame Blenkins? Worth a grand a pound on Earth (American money) Who wouldnt swipe some? Well, they're still chasing him. Blenkins is in a bad spot. He's on the spot. Ah! he says to himself. "Where is my diminutive powders?" A sprinkle of this would shrink him to the size of an atom. Oblivion! He awoke to find himself in a treeless plain. Why were there no trees? You'll have to answer that one. Nevertheless, he found himself about to be attacked by a horde of Venusian microbes. (How'd they get here?) Huge (in proportion to his new size) spherical things they were, they starting rolling toward him. He would be crushed! Unless --- ! He pulled out his pocket Necronomicon (What was this doing on Mars?) and read a passage in pig-latin. The attacking entities vanished in a wisp of smoke. (Continued on page - ------ Oh! I mean Next Issue.)
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Page 6 Blenkins. Blenkins ran down the stretch of Martian soil. The Ionians were after him. (Why? Im sure I dont know) He had been here on Mars for two years (Terra time of course) but he still found it hard to get along with the Martians. Gelatinous creatures, these, but spritely, due to Martian gravity. Blenkins had been caught stealing Martian tobacco. Can you blame the Martians for getting sore? Can you blame Blenkins? Worth a grand a pound on Earth (American money) Who wouldnt swipe some? Well, they're still chasing him. Blenkins is in a bad spot. He's on the spot. Ah! he says to himself. "Where is my diminutive powders?" A sprinkle of this would shrink him to the size of an atom. Oblivion! He awoke to find himself in a treeless plain. Why were there no trees? You'll have to answer that one. Nevertheless, he found himself about to be attacked by a horde of Venusian microbes. (How'd they get here?) Huge (in proportion to his new size) spherical things they were, they starting rolling toward him. He would be crushed! Unless --- ! He pulled out his pocket Necronomicon (What was this doing on Mars?) and read a passage in pig-latin. The attacking entities vanished in a wisp of smoke. (Continued on page - ------ Oh! I mean Next Issue.)
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