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Then the new voice shrilled, "Peewee here! Home me in!"
This was silly. But I found myself saying, "Junebug to Peewee, shift to
directional frequency at one centimeter -- and keep talking, keep talking!" I
shifted to the horn antenna.
"Junebug, I read you. Fix me. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven --
"
"You're due south of me, about forty degrees. Who are you?"
It must be one of those lights. It had to be.
But I didn't have time to figure it out. A space ship almost landed on
me.


Chapter 4

I said "space ship," not "rocket ship." It made no noise but a whoosh
and there weren't any flaming jets -- it seemed to move by clean living and
righteous thoughts.
I was too busy keeping from being squashed to worry about details. A
space suit in one gravity is no track suit; it's a good thing I had practiced.
The ship sat down where I had just been, occupying more than its share of
pasture, a big black shape.
The other one whooshed down, too, just as a door opened in the first.
Light poured through the door; two figures spilled out and started to run. One
moved like a cat; the other moved clumsily and slowly -- handicapped by a
space suit. S'help me, a person in a space suit does look silly. This one was
less than five feet tall and looked like the Gingerbread Man.
 A big trouble with a suit is your limited angle of vision. I was trying
to watch both of them and did not see the second ship open. The first figure
stopped, waiting for the one in the space suit to catch up, then suddenly
collapsed -- just a gasping sound, "Eeeah!" -- and clunk.
You can tell the sound of pain. I ran to the spot at a lumbering
dogtrot, leaned over and tried to see what was wrong, tilting my helmet to
bring the beam of my headlight onto the ground.
A bug-eyed monster --
That's not fair but it was my first thought. I couldn't believe it and
would have pinched myself except that it isn't practical when suited up.
An unprejudiced mind (which mine wasn't) would have said that this
monster was rather pretty. It was small, not more than half my size, and its
curves were graceful, not as a girl is but more like a leopard, although it
wasn't shaped like either one. I couldn't grasp its shape -- I didn't have any
pattern to fit it to; it wouldn't add up.
But I could see that it was hurt. Its body was quivering like a
frightened rabbit. It had enormous eyes, open but milky and featureless, as if
nictitating membranes were across them. What appeared to be its mouth --
That's as far as I got. Something hit me in the spine, right between the
gas bottles.
I woke up on a bare floor, staring at a ceiling. It took several moments
to recall what had happened and then I shied away because it was so darn
silly. I had been out for a walk in Oscar...and then a space ship had
landed...and a bug-eyed --