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Thelonius, the speaking chimpanzee, led Professor Limefellow through the jungle while pestering him with questions.
“Is it true that the Outer World’s sun whizzes through the sky like a drunken bird?”
“No, no,” Limefellow tutted. “It proceeds in an orderly direction from East to West.”
“What is Eee-sta?” Thelonius asked. “What is Wes-ta?”
“It is pronounced—never mind. East is where the sun rises and West is where the sun goes at night, just before leaving the sky.”
“The sun leaves the sky?” Thenonius, horrified, stopped in the middle of the trail. “Where does it go? How does one see without its light?”
“Do you mean to tell me,” Limefellow asked, equally amazed, “that the sun here is always directly overhead? Have you have never seen the stars twinkling in a dark sky?”
Thelonius shook his head and silently contemplated the ramifications for a long time. The two began their hike again, proceeding along the left bank of a river that trickled out of a steep canyon.
“I have difficulty imagining a dark sky,” Thelonius finally said. “Your homeland is surely a strange and terrifying place. Oh—please be careful. That plant is carnivorous.”
Limefellow gave a wide birth to a bulbous green pod that gaped like an open mouth. He shuddered as he looked at it, imagining the fibrous lips closing around him.
“You simply don’t seem to be evolved to survive,” Thelonius observed. “I can deduce that your kind must have been bred as pets for your ape-men masters.”
“Pets?” Limefellow could feel his face reddening. “Let me tell you something about evolution, you ill-bred missing link. The science of phrenology clearly shows—”
Thelonius stopped the lecture by grabbing the lapel of Limefellow’s tweed jacket and pushing him behind a tree.
Limefellow brushed his hands away and exclaimed, “Get your filthy hands off me, you damned, dirty—”
“Quiet,” Thelonius whispered sharply. He placed a long, hairy finger against his lips to indicate the need for silence, and then pointed the same finger out at the canyon trail. Squinting, Limefellow could make out several figures approaching.
With the help of Thelonius, Limefellow ascended to the lowest branches of the tree and watched the procession passing on the far side of the river bank. There were four people: the one in the lead was Jack Steele, his khakis torn and his square face twisted into a scowl. Next to him walked Celeste, her blonde hair disheveled and her red dress looked rather the worse for wear. Limefellow was about to call out to them until he saw that the other two people in the group had rifles pointed to the backs of his friends. These men wore grey military uniforms and domed helmets emblazoned with swastikas.
“Nazis,” Limefellow whispered.
“Nah-Tzees?” Thelonius rolled the unfamiliar word around in his mouth. “May I presume these Nah-Tzees are your tribal enemies?”
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