"I just can't do it," he repeated, sounding now completely heart-broken.
Possy, coming alive again, said soothingly, "Don't cry, son. It's not bad. It's good, that you can't do it."
Herbux whirled around, facing Possy, his face inflamed with a sudden rage.
"But I will," he screamed, "I will do it! I will! When I grow up!"
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe September 1956. 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.