Transcriber's note
This etext was produced from Worlds of If November 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Groverzb knew what he wanted—peace and quiet. He was willing to scream his head off for it!
QUIET,
PLEASE
By KEVIN SCOTT
The big man eased the piano off his back and stood looking at Groverzb.
"You ain't gonna like it here." He mopped his face. "Boy, will I ever be glad to get off this cockeyed planet."
Groverzb pushed at his spectacles, sniffed, and said, "Quite."
The big man said, "Ain't no native here over three feet tall. And they got some crazy kind of communication. They don't talk."
Groverzb said, "Quiet."