Behind it rolled and hopped a second raspberry marble. "Fweep?" it said. Behind it came another and another until the cabin was full of them, rolling, bouncing, calling "Fweep?"
Dazedly, Junior counted them. "One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and—"
"Oh, Junior," Reba said, hugging him excitedly. "Aren't they cute?"
"What happened?" Grampa asked, as dazed as Junior.
"Maybe it was the tonic," Four said, "but I suspect it was the the unpolarized gravity. All of a sudden, Fweep started splitting like an amoeba, over and over. Do you suppose that was what made him nervous?"
"That's the way the little fellow reproduces, all right," said Grampa. "I wonder if he has to wait until a race becomes civilized enough to discover the polarizer, eh?"