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Science Fiction Collector, v. 2, issue 6, May 1937

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"Tiny, what do you say to saving this valley? There's nothing here to stay for, and there ought to be adventure and excitement there on the plateau."

"Okay with me," the deep, gruff voice of the animal said. Janice had found that this Venutian creature had crude vocal chords and could be taught to speak. She had painstakingly read to him out of a book that had been washed down from the rocket's remains by a rainstorm, at the same time learning many new words to add to her limited child's vocabulary. Together, she and Tiny had studied the book; Tiny had even learned to read. This pet of the girl's seemed to have quite a bit of intelligence--especially for learning. She had taught him how to do many tasks impossible for the girl, such as gathering small trees with which she had built a little house for the two of them.
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As the girl and the beast strode up the winding path upon the side of the canyon wall, they gazed down upon the valley which had been their home for the past thirteen years. A pain of longing swelled up in the girl's bosom--for she loved those little streams, and flowers, and even the beasts that roamed those wooded hills. 

Coming upon the bleached bones of a human skeleton, Janice stopped and bent down over her father's remains which she had left when she had been a little girl so long ago. Tears of remorse filled her big, bright eyes, for she now realized that she was indirectly the cause of her father's death, for that little stowaway of so long ago had distracted her parent's attention, making his rocket crash. Carefully, sadly, she covered his remains with a mound of boulders, and then again started up the long, rocky path.
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[Illustration of a woman squatting in the crotch of a tree.]

The end of their climb brought them upon the rusted wreck of the rocket. There was nothing to examine--just a heap of twisted beams, chunks of the thick aluminum hull, and little twigs of metal from the instruments. A little piece of faded paper, half hidden amongst a mass of junk, caught the girl's eye, and she stooped and unearthed a wrinkled book into which it was bound. She put the volume into a pocket of her hide garment. Then, followed by Tiny, continued on her journey into more adventurous lands.

Through the tall, yellow, Venutian grass they plowed, occasionally coming upon gigantic, twisted trees. At the top of the hill they were climbing was a tree larger than any they had seen, and when they

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Saving...

"Tiny, what do you say to saving this valley? There's nothing here to stay for, and there ought to be adventure and excitement there on the plateau." "Okay with me," the deep, gruff voice of the animal said. Janice had found that this Venutian creature had crude vocal chords and could be taught to speak. She had painstakingly read to him out of a book that had been washed down from the rocket's remains by a rainstorm, at the same time learning many new words to add to her limited child's vocabulary. Together, she and Tiny had studied the book; Tiny had even learned to read. This pet of the girl's seemed to have quite a bit of intelligence--especially for learning. She had taught him how to do many tasks impossible for the girl, such as gathering small trees with which she had built a little house for the two of them. * * * * * As the girl and the beast strode up the winding path upon the side of the canyon wall, they gazed down upon the valley which had been their home for the past thirteen years. A pain of longing swelled up in the girl's bosom--for she loved those little streams, and flowers, and even the beasts that roamed those wooded hills. Coming upon the bleached bones of a human skeleton, Janice stopped and bent down over her father's remains which she had left when she had been a little girl so long ago. Tears of remorse filled her big, bright eyes, for she now realized that she was indirectly the cause of her father's death, for that little stowaway of so long ago had distracted her parent's attention, making his rocket crash. Carefully, sadly, she covered his remains with a mound of boulders, and then again started up the long, rocky path. * * * * * * * * * [Illustration of a woman squatting in the crotch of a tree.] The end of their climb brought them upon the rusted wreck of the rocket. There was nothing to examine--just a heap of twisted beams, chunks of the thick aluminum hull, and little twigs of metal from the instruments. A little piece of faded paper, half hidden amongst a mass of junk, caught the girl's eye, and she stooped and unearthed a wrinkled book into which it was bound. She put the volume into a pocket of her hide garment. Then, followed by Tiny, continued on her journey into more adventurous lands. Through the tall, yellow, Venutian grass they plowed, occasionally coming upon gigantic, twisted trees. At the top of the hill they were climbing was a tree larger than any they had seen, and when they (PAGE SEVEN)