PLANET STORIES
proudly presents one of the best science-fiction stories
we have ever seen. Perhaps you will vote it _the_ best!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Fall 1947.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Oh, it was to be so jolly! What a game! Such excitement they hadn't
known in years. The children catapulted this way and that across the
green lawns, shouting at each other, holding hands, flying in circles,
climbing trees, laughing.... Overhead, the rockets flew and beetle-cars
whispered by on the streets, but the children played on. Such fun, such
tremulous joy, such tumbling and hearty screaming.
Mink ran into the house, all dirt and sweat. For her seven years she
was loud and strong and definite. Her mother, Mrs. Morris, hardly saw
her as she yanked out drawers and rattled pans and tools into a large
sack.
"Heavens, Mink, what's going on?"
"The most exciting game ever!" gasped Mink, pink-faced.
"Stop and get your breath," said the mother.
"No, I'm all right," gasped Mink. "Okay I take these things, Mom?"
"But don't dent them," said Mrs. Morris.
"Thank you, thank you!" cried Mink and boom! she was gone, like a
rocket.