Space Brat
By O. H. LESLIE
The aliens' invasion plan
was logical. To conquer Man,
they reasoned, you start
with Baby and work up.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic January 1958.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Mr. Gertz slapped his forehead in vexation, and his wife, Emma, shifted in their double bed and said: "Louie, for heaven's sake. Go to sleep!"
"Sleep?" Mr. Gertz mocked her speech. "What are you, kidding? How can I go to sleep with that brat next door screamin' its head off?"
"It's only a baby. What do you expect?"
"I expect a little peace and quiet!"
"Poor little thing," she murmured.