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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
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other room with Peggy. 'Now, listen,' he said, setting her down, 'I'm not sure of how it happened, but the thing is this: I can talk to flowers, and they can talk to me.' 'But why can't you hear me?' asked Peggy, then seeing his frown of impatience, scaled her voice up higher. John shrugged. 'The flowers seem to know. But tell me this; is my voice any higher?' Peggy shook her head. John sank down onto a chair and tried to think. A faint ringing came to his ears, and he grinned as Peggy jumped. The door-bell, which he had made extra loud so he could hear it in the lab, was barely audible to him now. 'See who it is, will you?' he requested, and strode back into his laboratory to stare down at the daisy. Slowly, he passed his hand over it. There was no reaction. 'If you're trying to ascertain whether we see,' said the daisy calmly, 'we don't. At least, not in the manner you do. We are sensitive to heat and cold, dark and light, but our 'seeing' apparatus is not at all developed. You do not see us flinch when sudden light is thrown on us because the action is quite slow.' John nodded as the door burst open. It was Peggy, panting and frightened. 'John!' she gasped, 'there's a whole squad of police outside, wanting to talk to you!' Fortunately, in her excitement, she was speaking in a high tone, so John caught every word. 37
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other room with Peggy. 'Now, listen,' he said, setting her down, 'I'm not sure of how it happened, but the thing is this: I can talk to flowers, and they can talk to me.' 'But why can't you hear me?' asked Peggy, then seeing his frown of impatience, scaled her voice up higher. John shrugged. 'The flowers seem to know. But tell me this; is my voice any higher?' Peggy shook her head. John sank down onto a chair and tried to think. A faint ringing came to his ears, and he grinned as Peggy jumped. The door-bell, which he had made extra loud so he could hear it in the lab, was barely audible to him now. 'See who it is, will you?' he requested, and strode back into his laboratory to stare down at the daisy. Slowly, he passed his hand over it. There was no reaction. 'If you're trying to ascertain whether we see,' said the daisy calmly, 'we don't. At least, not in the manner you do. We are sensitive to heat and cold, dark and light, but our 'seeing' apparatus is not at all developed. You do not see us flinch when sudden light is thrown on us because the action is quite slow.' John nodded as the door burst open. It was Peggy, panting and frightened. 'John!' she gasped, 'there's a whole squad of police outside, wanting to talk to you!' Fortunately, in her excitement, she was speaking in a high tone, so John caught every word. 37
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