‘Safer, I think.’ The Lambchops saw at once the risk of walking streets scarcely wider than their feet. ‘We’ll just show you around, eh?’ said President Ot. A Main Street bustled with Tyrrans shopping and running errands there were handsome school and public buildings, two churches with spires as high as Mr Lambchop’s waist, and side streets of pretty houses with lawns like neat brown postage stamps.Ĭaptain Ik, still angry, marched on ahead, but the rest of the committee halted at the head of Main Street.
‘It makes me homesick, in a way.’Įxcept for its size, and the lack of greenness, the Tyrran capital was indeed much like a small village on Earth.
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