Not Fit for Children

By EVELYN E. SMITH
Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS
Trading with the natives was like taking candy from a kid—but which were the natives?
Ppon lowered himself hastily to the orlop and ran toward me. Hurry up, Qan! he projected on a sub-level, trying to escape my mother's consciousness. They're coming! All the others are up already.
Who's coming? my mother wanted to know, but her full interest was absorbed by her work, and she gave us only the side of her mind. You youngsters really must learn to think clearly.
Yes'm. Ppon projected suitable youthful embarrassment, but on a lower level he was giggling. Later I must give him another warning; we young ones could not yet separate the thought channels efficiently, so it was more expedient not to try.
The zkuchi are coming, I lied glibly, knowing that the old ones accept inanity as merely a sign of immaturity, on hundreds of golden wings that beat faster than light.
Grandfather removed a part of his mind from his beloved work. The zkuchi are purely mythological creatures, he thought crossly. You're old enough to know better than that.... Qana, he appealed to my mother, why do you let him believe in such nonsense?
The zkuchi are part of our cultural heritage, Father, she projected gently. We must not let the young ones forget our heritage. Particularly if we are to be here for some time.
It seems to me you're unnecessarily pessimistic, he complained. You know I've never failed you yet. We shall get back, I promise you. It's just that the transmutation takes time.
But it's taken such a long time already, she thought sadly. Sometimes I begin to have doubts. Then she apparently remembered that serious matters should not be discussed before us young ones. As if we didn't know what was going on. Run along and play, children, she advised, but don't forget to check the atmosphere first.
Grandfather started to excogitate something about how it would be better if Ppon went and helped his father while I stayed and did my lessons—you never seem to escape from lessons anywhere in the Universe—but we got away before he could finish.