"The Division Chief has been thinking of us," said Bliss, wiping away a tear.
"He knows we field personnel have our problems."
"He knew just what we needed," lauded Bliss.
Pole looked up from the canister as he heard a sound. "And here comes the dragon back! Our lizard repellent arrived just in the nick of time!"
Down the rain-forest aisle the roaring mammoth rapidly waddled. Its flames—even longer than its body—withered into blackened ruin all that stood before it. This time, instead of snatching up their possessions and fleeing to safety, the Kentons stood their ground with their pocket-size fumigation bomb that had been designed for pocket-sized lizards. When the dragon was within throwing distance, Pole flipped on the spray jet of the tiny bomb and threw it as straight as he could. Then both of them sped away, leaving all their possessions at the mercy of the advancing, ravening flames....
"Oh, Pole! Isn't our new home just the dandiest that a Venusian pretzin-gathering couple ever had?"
"It is dandy," concurred Pole. "Who'd ever have thought we would have a cabin that was only an inch thick, and yet was absolutely water tight?"
"The table makes a dandy smokestack too, when it's propped up. Fireproof."
"How about the mouth when it's propped open?" challenged Pole. "Who could beat a front porch like that?"