“Would
you care for a spot of port, my good fellow?”
“No,” growled Toreg. “You try our
shmiriz. Not to insult us.”
“Oh, very well,” agreed the Hoka.
He emptied the pot into his flagon.
“Shmiriz got power,” Toreg bragged.
“Turns your ears purple.”
A
gasp of awe rose from the crowd when Bertram drained his huge cup in a single
swallow.
“Nonsense,” he said. “Do my ears
look purple?”
Toreg squinted blearily. “Too
much fur on them to tell,” he complained.
(from Hokas Pokas!
by Poul Anderson and Gordon R. Dickson)
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