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Guess I better have a chat with the bounder probably closest to the dashed thing." "Mr Gootes," I said impressively, "I am the man who applied the inoculator to this grass. Now shall we get out of here so you can listen to my story?" "Sonabeesh thees gona be good. Lead away, amigo I prepare both ears to leesten."
They cropped at the grass without nervousness, perhaps more from habit than hunger. They did not seem to be obtaining much sustenance; clearly they found it hard to bite off mouthfuls of forage. Rather, they chewed sidewise, like a cat, at the tough rubbery tendrils. "I tank I want to go home anyways I tank I want to get out of dis haole," remarked Gootes.
Time, reporting the progress of the weed, said in part: "Death, as it must to all, came last week to cult-harboring, movie-producing Los Angeles. Till the last press stopped the Intelligencer would continue to disseminate the news. Gootes' permanent beat: the heart of the menacing grass where he met his death." Under Religion, Time had another note about the weed.
"I don't know who you are, young man, but youre extremely impudent to come tramping into my kitchen, adding nothing to the sum of knowledge but a confirmation of my sex which would be plain to any mammal. If youve " "Nein, Fräulein Doktor," said Gootes hastily, "about z' kelvinators I know nossing. I represent, Fräulein Doktor, z' Daily Intelligencer zeitung "
"In fact, if what you say is true, it will literally swallow up the house. Digest it. Convert it into devilgrass." "Cynodon dactylon. What I say is true. How much elementary physics is involved in that trick?" "But that's terrible," protested Gootes. He regarded a bowl of algae as if about to make it disappear.
"Jacson Gootes was a reporter of exceptional probity, of clear understanding, of indefatigable effort, and of great native ability. His serious and straightforward approach to an occupation which to him was a labor of love was balanced by a sunny yet thoughtful humor, a combination making his company something to be sought.
Gootes, going in a direction oblique to mine, had no better success. His waving arms and struggling body indicated his awareness of his predicament. Only Slafe was undisturbed, perhaps unconscious of our efforts, for he had taken out still another camera and was lying on his back, pointing it over our heads at the boundary of grass and sky.
Paid fourbits to a funhouse in Utica, New York, for it. Tell me, how did you come to make your great discovery?" "I was born. I went to school. I read books. I reached maturity. I looked through a microscope." "Yes?" prodded Gootes. "That's all."
But the sheep and the cameraman could not distract my attention from the appearance of a trap which the basin of grass was assuming, while Gootes was so volatile he couldnt even put on a simulated stoicism. In a panic I started to climb frantically, all the elation of my first encounter with the mound completely evaporated.
Gootes produced a reporter's badge from the captain's bars. "Oh. Excuse me. Say, that was a sharp little stunt, Mr " "Name of Jacson Gootes. Intelligencer." "Captain Eltwiss. How did you learn stuff like that?" I looked at him, for the name was somehow vaguely familiar. But to the best of my knowledge I had never seen that smooth, boyish face before. "Talent. Natural talent.
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