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Updated: June 19, 2025
Come, Señor Veener, we take look at el grasso grosso by the moonlight." However, it was not moonlight illuminating the weird tumulus, but the glare of a battery of searchlights, suggesting, as Gootes irreverently remarked, the opening of a new supermarket.
After the experience of Gootes and myself, parachute landings had been ruled out as too hazardous, but someone happily thought of the use of snowshoes and it was on these clumsy means that tourists, at a high cost and at less than snail's pace, tramped wonderingly over the tamed menace. My thought then, as I explained to Fles, was to reactivate the factory and sell my product to the sightseers.
"At least there's less of it," observed Gootes. "This much anyway," he added, holding a broken stolon in his fingers. "Cynodon dactylon," said Miss Francis, "like most of the family Gramineae, is propagated not only by seed, but by cuttings as well.
"Ecod, your worship, wot time ave I for legerdemain? Wif your elp, now, I'd be a fine gentleman-journalist, stead of a noverworked ack." "Ha," she said genially, busy with the toothpick, "youll find enough respectable laboratory mechanics eager to cooperate. How long will it be before they shoot, do you know?" Gootes shook his head and I strained my eyes toward the grass.
As I followed Gootes' grasshopper leaps upward at a more dignified pace, I reflected how strangely my circumstances had changed. The shoddily carpeted halls were musty and still as we climbed, except for the unheeded squeaking of a radio someone had forgotten to turn off.
At length the reporter seized him forcibly with a strength I had not known he possessed and boosted him up the first rungs of the ladder. Slafe seemed at last resigned to leave, but he pointed anxiously to his other cameras and cans of film. Gootes nodded energetically and waved the photographer upward.
Now ... now, baby ... well, if youre going to be formal gimme W R." He turned to me and leered while he waited. "... Chief? Gootes. Got the Dinkman story. You know Freak Growth Swallows Hollywood Mansion. Yeah. Yeah. I know. But, Chief this was what I wanted you for on the followup; I have the fellow who put the stuff on the grass. Yeah. Sure I did. Yeah.
I debated whether to inform Gootes of my discovery of her craziness and decided against it on the bare possibility it would be unwise to lower the value of my connection with the Metamorphizer's discoverer. I was soon rewarded for my caution. "O Weeneru san," continued Gootes, evidently in an oriental vein traveling westward, "not too hard for you to be picking up few yen. "Forty," I corrected.
"The point is," I commenced, sopping a piece of bread in the thick gravy, "if I were to betray the confidence involved I couldnt hope to continue my connection and I'd lose my chances to benefit from this remarkable discovery." "Balls," exclaimed Gootes. "Forget the spiel. I'm not a prospect for your lawn tonic." I disregarded the interruption.
"I understood you wished me to report the progress of the wildly growing grass." "Cityeditor's province," he declared uninterestedly. "No such thing on the Intelligencer," Gootes informed me in a loud whisper.
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