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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
Page 18
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but it was too late. Sadly, we wiped our faces off with towels. It was a madman's yell. But then he spoke in a frantic babble. I'll never forget his words. None of us will, except Barnay, and he never remembers anything. 'Look! That gives me an idea! We don't have to stay here and die like a dog!' Patiently, soothingly, we pointed out to Parsen that his grammar was bad, and anyway, his assertion was indubitably ridiculous. We explained that gently, but the madness grew in his frantic eyes. 'We don't have to stay here, I tell you!' he snapped. 'We can get in the ship and go back home!' And then we knew that Parsen wasn't mad. We were awed, naturally. Flag Day. When we had taken in the washing, filled the air and gin tanks, and unsuccessfully attempted to charge the natives admission to see the takeoff, we were ready to go. The natives, incidentally, seemed genuinely sorry to see us go. Large numbers of them crowded around, chewing their cuds and looking bored, as usual. But we noticed that one faction seemed hostile. They turned around, facing the other way, and waved their tails insultingly at us. The moment of departure was heart-stopping. The engine idled smoothly, but when Bar- 18
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but it was too late. Sadly, we wiped our faces off with towels. It was a madman's yell. But then he spoke in a frantic babble. I'll never forget his words. None of us will, except Barnay, and he never remembers anything. 'Look! That gives me an idea! We don't have to stay here and die like a dog!' Patiently, soothingly, we pointed out to Parsen that his grammar was bad, and anyway, his assertion was indubitably ridiculous. We explained that gently, but the madness grew in his frantic eyes. 'We don't have to stay here, I tell you!' he snapped. 'We can get in the ship and go back home!' And then we knew that Parsen wasn't mad. We were awed, naturally. Flag Day. When we had taken in the washing, filled the air and gin tanks, and unsuccessfully attempted to charge the natives admission to see the takeoff, we were ready to go. The natives, incidentally, seemed genuinely sorry to see us go. Large numbers of them crowded around, chewing their cuds and looking bored, as usual. But we noticed that one faction seemed hostile. They turned around, facing the other way, and waved their tails insultingly at us. The moment of departure was heart-stopping. The engine idled smoothly, but when Bar- 18
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