"But this trip has taken such a long time already, Father," my mother protested. "Almost a _rff_; the young ones have missed nearly two semesters of school. And Qan has been getting some very peculiar ideas--from those _people_, I suppose." "But if there is some sort of intelligent life," Grandfather thought, "it's our duty to visit it. Next time we need to stop the ship for repairs, it might be more convenient to put in at this third planet instead of just hanging out there in space. And the young ones say the natives seem to be friendly." "I'd like to see Sam's face when he comes back and finds his 'asteroid' gone," I conceptualized. "Yes," Ppon agreed, with the edge of his mind, but his main channel was turned in another direction. "That is the end of this game now, you know. In the next game _I_ shall be leader." "Oh, yes?" I thought back. "I'm the leader and I'm staying leader, because I am the biggest and cleverest." "Children!" my mother protested, distressed. "I'm afraid you've picked up some really unpleasant concepts from those dreadful natives." "Come, come, Qana," Grandfather ideated, "we mustn't be intolerant." "Perhaps not," she replied with heat, "and I know the natives probably don't know any better, but I am not going to have my young one or anyone else's contaminated. Visit the third planet if you wish, but not this time. You'll have to make a special trip for it. I'm not going to let you stop off there while the young ones are aboard. It's obviously no fit place for children." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Not Fit for Children, by Evelyn E. Smith