Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 8:40 pm
At last, Mom let them go to the pool. “Watch your little brother,” she’d warned her for the umpteenth time, “and remember, we’re a new species here. First impressions are everything… and be home by 3rd sunset!” Shurla didn't see that as a problem as she memorized the long list of interspecies pool rules. “No obscene pheromone signaling, no dimethyl mercury consumption… Villy, don’t forget to wash off under your cilia…” but it was too late. She knew she’d have to explain to Mom tonight how they’d excreted tellurium into the community pool and shut it down for the season.