However, I suppose you're wondering just why I get goosebumps when I recall the flying tuskers of K'niik-K'naak. Well, it wasn't so much the danger from the beasts, nor the hideous heat of that desert, nor my long, painful sojourn beneath the Steinway in the shrunken hut that was so bad. It was those tuskers. Know how they died? Mimp had poisoned the waterhole. Unsporting, and all that, but the thing that nags my brain is: Why didn't _I_ think of that? Me! Bested by a lousy purple alien! What's the universe coming to? End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Flying Tuskers of K'niik-K'naak, by Jack Sharkey