I don't
like this. No sir, I don't like this at all!"
"Randy! Randy, what in the world are you doing here? Cronus
must have brought you too. Oh, boy! What a mess."
"This . . . ." Randy hesitated.
"This th' place you were talking about. Look, I'm sorry. I
thought you were putting me on! I wonder why'd he bring me here?
How'm I gonna get back. Who is this Cronus? You tell him, I want
to see him, and right now. He can't push me around this way!"
"Just calm down, and for goodness sake, don't talk like that!
It's just an accident, just some kind of accident. I'm sure
he'll send you back. Well, I'm kind of sure . . . ."
He wasn't.
Randy languished. Rural atmosphere and bucolic settings were
great TV fare. Who wants to actually live such a life! No way!
Demo attempted to teach him hunting.
Randy proved that, with considerable effort and practice, he
would never be a hunter. The trees chosen as targets survived
unmarked. Arrows vanished into unlikely places.
Chariots in lieu of cars did not sell to well. First, Randy was
scared of horses. Second, he couldn't tell his gee from his haw.
Third, he wasn't interested.
However, one aspect of Demo's world did indeed interest Randy.
At the evening meal Theresa chanced by, was introduced, and
Randy's eyes lit up. Rural atmosphere, bucolic settings - in the
right company they could be tolerable.
He started by telling Theresa of all the wonders of the 20th
century.
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