Wandl the Invader

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It's a planet, I said. A little world.
How little? Venza demanded.
One-fifth the mass of the Moon. That's what they've calculated now.
And how far is it away? Anita asked. I heard a newscaster say yesterday....
Newscasters! Venza broke in scornfully. Say, you can take what they tell you about any danger or trouble and cut it in half; and even then you'll be on the gloomy side. See here, Gregg Haljan.
I'm not giving you newscasters' blare, I retorted. Venza's extravagant vehemence was always refreshing. The Venus girl glared at me. I added: Anita mentioned newscasters; I didn't.
Anita was in no mood for smiling. Tell us, Gregg. She sat upright and tense, her chin cupped in her hands. Tell us.
For a fact, they don't know much about it yet. You can call it a planet, a wanderer.
I should say it was a wanderer! Venza exclaimed. Coming from heaven knows where beyond the stars, swimming in here like a comet.