"I don't know what we'll find when we get back. Aunt Haicey, Pretty-Lee ... But there's only one way to find out."
The moon rose as the car bumped westward, raising a trail of dust against the luminous sky of evening.
THE END
"The body shifted, rotating stiffly, then tilted upright.
"The sun struck through the amber shape that flowed down to form itself into the crested wave."
see IT COULD BE ANYTHING
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories January 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.