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even eaten yet."
"Good," I said, relieved. I grabbed
the two cinnamon buns and carried them away.
"Hey! Hey, stop!"
I began to shove the first bun into my mouth.
Oh, the joy! Oh, how can I even explain
to an Andalite who has never possessed the sense
of taste? The sensation! It was a pleasure beyond
any pleasure imaginable. The warmth, the
dripping, sweet goo of the cinnamon bun!
"What are you doing?" the manager cried as she
came running over.
"I amm glearing khe khables," I said. It
is very difficult to speak while eating. Just one
of the many design flaws in humans.
"I am terribly sorry," the manager said
to the humans who were trying to take my cinnamon
buns. "I'll get you two fresh buns. And
you," she said, pointing one of her powerful-yet-
stubby human fingers at me, "come with me."
She pulled me away, causing me to drop a
small portion of the bun from my mouth. She took
me into the eating place and made me sit on a
chair. This involves bending the two legs and
resting the weight of the body on a raised platform
by pressing the fatty pads at the top of the legs
against the platform. It's hard to visualize unless
you've seen it.
"Okay, now look, son, if you're that
desperate for food, there's a tray of buns here
that are just a bit stale. You can help yourself. You
poor kid."
She indicated a square array of cinnamon
buns. Perhaps a dozen in all!
"For me?" I asked in a voice choked with
emotion.
"Sure, son. Go ahead and have one."
Let me make one final point here: human
mouth-sound language is very fuzzy at times.
"Have one," she'd said.
One mouthful? One bun?
One tray?
It was certainly not my fault if there was any
confusion.

CHAPTER 2

"So there I am," Marco said. "Cruising through
the food court, minding my own business, thinking,
Hey, why not snag a taco? when I