THE USELESS BUGBREEDERS
BY JAMES STAMERS
TO THE SPACE COUNCIL, ASTEROID 4722
WAS JUST ANOTHER ROADBLOCK IN THE
WAY OF INTERPLANETARY TRAFFIC. BUT
TO THE USELESS BUGBREEDERS IT WAS HOME!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1961.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The previous case was a Weeper, and he lost. So the Space Zoning Commissioners were damp and irritable before I opened pleadings for my client. I tried not to squelch as I approached the bench.
"Not the Flammables again, Mr. Jones?" the fat Commissioner asked nastily, sponging his suit with a sodden handkerchief.
"This was last week, Your Honor."
The thin dark Commissioner stared pointedly at the charred end of the bench nearest the witness seat.