Parts of the homesite that was not a homesite revolved in some way incomprehensible to eyes that had never seen the like. And the whole affair trundled along, rocking at bumps in the sandy bottom, and squeaking painfully; nevertheless, it moved. The polyps watching from the reef swam out and frolicked after Junior, watching his contrivance go and chattering eager questions, while their parents bawled at them to keep away from that. The three maiden aunts shrieked faintly and swooned in one another's tentacles. The colony was shaken as it had not been since the tidal wave. "COME BACK!" thundered Pater. "You CAN'T do that!" "_Come back!_" shrilled Mater. "You can't do _that_!" "Come back!" gabbled the neighbors. "You can't _do_ that!" But Junior was past listening to reason. Junior was on wheels. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Junior, by Robert Abernathy