Canto Thirty – Outside the Main Floral Garden in the Bio-Dome
While Davalon and Tanith worked seriously on examining plants for Sizzahl; Brekka, Menolly, and George Jetson grew bored.
“Tanith, can’t we go in there where all the flowers are?” asked Brekka in a whiney voice.
“You should wait until we have completed this task,” said Tanith with a serious frown of concentration on her emerald-green face. “This examination needs to be done.”
“Seriously? Tanith?” whined Menolly. “We’ve lived on space ships or orbital stations all our lives. We have never had a chance to play among actual flowers, and we can see big ones in that next room there.”
Davalon and Tanith continued to have their noses among the plants brought back from the wreckage of the space platform. George Jetson was grinning widely as he knew full well how this would play out.
“We have no way of knowing if it is even safe to go in there,” said Davalon into a plant he was examining with one of Sizzahl’s special tools.
“You can’t give Menolly an answer like that,” said George with a sneer. “She’s not smart enough to know what the word safe actually means.”
“I know more words than you do, smarty-frog!”
“Don’t you think the girls will be all right if George goes with them to protect them?” Tanith asked Davalon.
“No. They’d probably be in even greater danger that way,” said Davalon, grinning up at George.
George was sure he had them right where he wanted them then. He knew perfectly well that Menolly and Brekka were a couple of horrid harpies when they were bored and needed something to entertain themselves. That’s why they were always the two that called for Mickey Mouse Club music back aboard the ship and always started the tadpoles dancing. Dav was going to give in so he and Tanith could do the science stuff that he seemed to love, and he would certainly expect George to take on the burden of entertaining the female tadpoles.
“So, you will let them go?” asked Tanith, obviously somewhat anxious for the answer to be yes.
“Stay close enough that we can hear if there is trouble. You can’t take weapons or even put on clothes, you know.”
George saluted Davalon. There were no delusions among the tadpoles who was in charge. Davalon had explored Earth and lived to tell about it… brought specimens back to the ship, and even won the favor of Captain Xiar. How could he not be their leader?
“Okay girls,” said George in his sexiest leadership voice, “follow me and we will go play amongst the posies.”
The girls, now thrilled at the prospect of exploring the Bio-Dome further, pranced naked towards the big transparent door. George, also stark naked and very confidently green, followed close behind. As they opened the door and entered, he noticed some writing in the language of the Galtorrian lizard people.
“Bresht makka sziithappi,” is what it actually said, but somewhere in the deepest part of George’s egg-sack programming, a little voice was translating, “Beware! Man-eating plants!” He ignored the voice. After all, Tellerons were not men. Were they? And surely tadpoles were not men. Especially not girl-tadpoles. He skipped after Menolly and Brekka.