Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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IT TAKES TWO youngster could not have been more than three years old and was_ completely naked. Jarril watched, caught, despite his sense of urgency, by the content of drama in the puzzled, curious and stockily - insistent youngster, determined to find out what this brown animal thing was. The pudgy fingers went out again to the dog’s head, and the dog drew its lips back over yellowed teeth and growled deep in its throat. The kid might get bitten. Jarril stepped forward, with some half-formed idea of shooing the dog away, when a woman came from __ the shadows of a dome, her hands and arms white with flour. Stopping his movement and feeling awkward and em- barrassed—the woman was wearing only an apron tied round her middle—Jarril realised that his intervention was no longer required. This casually unattired woman was the boy’s mother. He turned to resume his way towards Jikko’s store, and the woman said: “I wouldn’t touch that dog, if I were you, son.” 25 »dog’s The boy stood for a moment, hesitant, and the dog growled again, ominous and throatily. Jarril, his mind going out again to. the Galactic happenings which he knew he must imme- diately report to Earth, halted and watched. The youngster paid no attention to his mother. He stepped forward, and his pink hand found the ‘ head, stroked, and evaded with uncanny deftness the vicious snap of yellow teeth. The dog bunched itself, snarled and then snapped again. This time the young- ster wasn’t quite quick enough, and the shining teeth clicked on his hand. Jarril was in action by then and his heavy boot landed soggily in the hound’s side, sent it yelping up the alley. As the dog disappeared be- hind one of the domes an irate man bounded out, waving a chess-piece in his hand. “Leave my dog alone, sir! Who do you think you are to come here kicking other people’s dogs?” Jarril had the youngster’s hand in his own, was sifting comiclooks.cormn