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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Stand clear!" he warned. "I don't want either of you getting hit with that tail!" The girls hurried up the ladder to safety, and Rick lifted the stingaree to the deck. It was a small one, weighing about fifteen pounds. The wet, leathery body glistened, and the kite-shaped wings flapped like those of some fantastic bird. Scotty looked down at the ray. "You caught a cripple," he said.
In Steve's boat, the creek would be only a few minutes away." Rick savored the biscuit and took another bite that finished it. "I could eat a ton of these. What else would make a stingaree fly?" Scotty accepted a pitcher of honey from the waiter and poured a disgraceful amount on a biscuit. "How about some kind of experimental aircraft?" Rick shook his head. "The stingaree was vertical.
Ma Pettengill said that if Uncle Henry was aiming to put it on the market in quantity production he had ought to name it the Stingaree brand, because it was sure some stuff, making for malevolence even to the lengths of matricide, if that's what killing your mother is called.
While they waited, Rick opened the subject that was on his mind. "How does a stingaree fly?" Scotty shrugged. "Easy. He climbs to the top of a tall tree, spreads his wings, and takes off. He flaps his wings to gain altitude. He steers with his tail." "I'm serious," Rick said sternly, his eyes twinkling. "So am I. Alternate method: the stingaree climbs on a fence and lassos a passing airplane.
An experimental plane in that position would have to be rising straight up, and this creature was traveling almost horizontally, with the wind. Besides, I heard no motor or any kind of power plant." "You're as lucid as lamplight, ol' buddy. You explain everything except what made that stingaree fly." Rick grinned wryly. "I'll never get a swelled head with you sticking pins in it."
"You found out that the octopus didn't wail," he reminded them, "but for a while it looked as though you'd found a new species. Maybe this is the same thing. What makes the stingaree fly?" "It would be fun to find out," Scotty admitted. "You'll have time to make a start, and I won't be in the way with plans for fishing or crabbing.
Working cautiously, he brought a hand up and poked a hole through. His fingers enlarged the hole until he could see sufficiently. The flying stingaree was tugging at the rope that held it! The shape was almost perfect, Rick thought, but he doubted that it had been designed to look like a sting ray. More likely it had been picked to look as little like a conventional balloon as possible.
I jumped out for a clear shot, but by then you had put your spear through the thing. I was going to add mine for good luck when I saw the bodyguard reach for the old equalizer and draw a bead on you, so I shifted targets. I looked back at you just in time to see you dangling from the stingaree like an extra tail. And right then you went boom into the piling.
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