Picnic
BY MILTON LESSER
ILLUSTRATED BY EBERLE
Burt was tired of taking his family out to the asteroids
for a picnic every week-end. But with a wife and
two spoiled brats to goad him into the regular routine,
what could a man do? Only, as it turned out,
this particular picnic wasn't quite regular routine!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Rocket Stories, July 1953.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Burt reached out for the stud that would fire the fore-rockets, but a small white hand already rested on the button.
"Let me, Daddy. You promised—"
When he wanted something, Johnny's voice took on that wailing quality. He wanted something now; Burt had promised him that he could land the ship.
"Okay," Burt said. "Press it—now. Now!"