He was suddenly very tired. He sat down heavily, stared at the forbidding planet. Forbidding it was, but it looked mighty good to him at that moment.
The soft purring of the thlot made him turn his head. The girl had sunk to the ground. She was scratching him and he was purring. Andy looked at him reprovingly.
"I know it's poppycock," said Oscar, "but I like it. You ought to have her scratch your back sometime."