“Why not?” said Ricardo as the official bent to open a drawer. He was going to drink _praglian_ from now on and like it. He clinked glasses with his host and downed the Ligurian brew. It was warm and sweet and not unpleasant on his tongue. “By the way,” said the official, nodding toward a large carton that stood beside Ricardo’s bags, “if it’s not hush-hush, would you mind telling me why you’re spending credits taking seeds to a fertile planet like Lri-gTu-riANa?” “Because,” said Ricardo, speaking slowly, “I’m going to turn the whole damned planet green.” Transcriber’s note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, May 1955 (Vol. 3, No. 4.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.