So I have gone back into the woods to die. I have located my ejection mortar, and when I know that death is finally on me, I will fire off my communication sphere and hope it will reach the galactic drift. Whoever finds it--friend--space traveler--you who were too impatient to remain on your own world--be you warned of this one! Here ingratitude is the rule and cruelty the main sport. The unfinished grubs have come out from under their rocks and they walk this world upside down with their heads in the air. Their friendship is fleeting, their promises are like the wind. I am near my end. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Weirdest World, by R. A. Lafferty