Black Eyes and the Daily Grind

Stephen Marlowe

Description

During a safari on Venus, a well-to-do couple happen to cross paths with a tiny bundle of fur with amazing powers of persuasion. A few weeks later, they return to Earth with their fuzzy ball of fur -- which they have christened with the sobriquet "Black Eyes" -- in tow. Will their new pet adapt to life among humans?

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 février 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776531455
• Langue: English

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BLACK EYES AND THE DAILY GRIND
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STEPHEN MARLOWE
 
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Black Eyes and the Daily Grind First published in 1952 Epub ISBN 978-1-77653-145-5 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77653-146-2 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Black Eyes and the Daily Grind
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The little house pet from Venus didn't like New York, so New York had to change.
He liked the flat cracking sound of the gun. He liked the way it slappedback against his shoulder when he fired. Somehow it did not seem a partof the dank, steaming Venusian jungle. Probably, he realized with asmile, it was the only old-fashioned recoil rifle on the entire planet.As if anyone else would want to use one of those old bone-crackingrelics today! But they all failed to realize it made sport much moreinteresting.
"I haven't seen anything for a while," his wife said. She had a young,pretty face and a strong young body. If you have money these days, youcould really keep a thirty-five-year-old woman looking trim.
Not on Venus, of course. Venus was an outpost, a frontier, a hot, wet,evil-smelling place that beckoned only the big-game hunter. He said,"That's true. Yesterday we could bag them one after the other, as fastas I could fire this contraption. Today, if there's anything bigger thana mouse, it's hiding in a hole somewhere. You know what I think, Lindy?"
"What?"
"I think there's a reason for it. A lot of the early Venusian hunterssaid there were days like this. An area filled with big lizards and catsand everything else the day before suddenly seems to clear out, for noreason. It doesn't make sense."
"Why not? Why couldn't they all just decide to make tracks for someplaceelse on the same day?"
He slapped at an insect that was buzzing around his right ear, thenmopped his sweating brow with a handkerchief. His name was Judd Whitney,and people said he had a lot of money.