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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 57 whence he put the bite on me." "Well it sounds like a nice name, Port Manatee." "It's a warning to any of the remaining sea cows who haven't had their brains knocked in by the outboards that they'd better ship out, fast." Volant, craven, regardant. The old heraldric terms played in his mind as he inspected a tiny pelican, an upside-down knight, a serpent. And there was a small glass jewel or eye perhaps having the function of a toad-stone. "Hon don't you remember when they gave that meal for us," one of the women asked. "The maps and that movie--we looked at that land and we heard running around in our heads that tune Ben Cartwright hears when he looks at the Ponderosa.' "They're lining their pockets with our lettuce!" Chester White complained. "I should have listened more carefully as the salesman kept chanting and repeating, 'Fishing. . .for snooks. Good fishing for snooks.' The pike-faced-it dawns on me we're the schnooks." "'Pin money,' the shark said, 'How much can you deposit each month in your land-savings account?' We paid $4,000 simoleons for one-quarter of an acre." "Up the sound where I come from, Living Space, projected to be the boom area of the twenty-first-gosh, those boys we had such hopes for, the missileers of Canaveral, |
