She stepped from behind the ruddevator. I inhaled sharply. I had encountered colonies not accepting Galactic standards of decency, but was still shocked by extreme exposure. Toal wore a loose, white sack with head and arm holes. Her elbows, knees, and ankles were nude. Toal stood about one meter from me and said, "Ordinance 31 forbids alien males to be within ten feet of a female. Ypsilanti should have helped you, but is afraid of the Hog. Is little danger now. The Hog avoids the sun." "That grunting was the Hog?" I deciphered the inscription on the brooch at her throat as, "Minimum." Toal said, "Yes. The Hog goes to the swamp. Will help with your luggage." "It's too heavy for you." "Am thin but strong by Maggiese standards," Toal said. I managed to carry three cases and the hisser. Toal retrieved a mesh bag, filled with fruit or vegetables, and picked up the fourth case. She asked, as we walked toward the town, "Is true, in the Explored Galaxy, people do not care how children look?" "What? Children? Yes, generally. Some believe little boys' ears shouldn't stick out too far, and some consider little girls with golden curls and dimples the most charming, but there isn't much prejudice." "Is also true," Toal said, "no one must marry someone he dislikes?" "Sometimes an exchange of x-tops and coupons is involved, but it's usually a free choice." Toal asked no more questions, but followed along pointing out the ripening crunchies and the blooming goodies. She warned me of toothie tunnels across the path. The striped rodents, she explained, menaced stored food, crops, livestock, and buildings. They were checked, to some extent, by traps, poison, and disease cultures. * * * * * A wooden bridge, crushed and splintered in the middle, spanned a ditch. The bridge was actually made of sawed boards and beams, not liquid wood castings. The prints of cloven hoofs and dewclaws spotted the soft ground. "The Hog!" Toal said. "Passed between me and the wall!" I dropped the cases and clutched the hisser with both hands. Toal said, "If carry that for the Hog, he has been shot with those. Did not hurt much. Of course, were older models." Wiping at the perspiration splashing down my face, I knelt and examined the hoofprints, which were roughly thirty-five centimeters long and spaced, from front hoofs to back, almost five meters apart. "How big is the Hog?" I asked. "Some sows were nine feet high, fifteen feet long." We slowly crossed the broken bridge. I said, "What's this about dimensions in feet?" Toal spoke as if quoting a lesson. "In an old book, Joe Nordo found forgotten English measurements. These matched the Maggiese body. Joe Nordo's feet were one foot long. Center of chest to finger tips, with arm stretched, one yard. First joint of little finger, one inch. Was two yards tall."