CHAPTER VEXTERIOR: The Plutonian set, near Quade’s camp. Afternoon.
Caruso was pleased with himself. The singing frog sat in the middle of the road, the pouch in his throat pulsing rhythmically. He was eying Kathleen and Argyle and Baker. Here were more of these hideous but kind-hearted two-legged monsters. The other two-legged things had given him food and jabbered at him. Perhaps these new ones would do the same. True, they were very ugly—much too elongated and whitish, and bald in the wrong places—but they couldn’t help that.
Caruso bowed, clasped his hands and sat up on his hind legs. Through some quirk of memory—perhaps the conditioned reflex Quade had suggested—he began to sing. Kathleen gave a soft little cry as the furry frog caroled cheerfully.
“Where the Martian moons ride ove
