by Jerry Sohl
was no denying it. The Sybillians had given me what theytreasured most.
I was growing a tail--a long, hairy tail.
As I say, I have come to like circus life.
At first I tried to get doctors to cut it off, but they were toocurious for that. Then I thought of jumping in the river or putting abullet through my head.
But after I saw what the scientists were making of it, when I viewedmy picture in all the papers, and when I saw the awe with which I wasregarded by everyone, I changed my mind.
Now I make a cool twenty-five thousand a year without lifting afinger.
Just my tail.
I've become rather fond of it. I've even learned how to vibrate it.
But I've never told anyone about the Sybillians. They wouldn't believeit.
Not old Phipps, anyway.
Some day I'll go and vibrate my tail right in his face. I'd neveramount to anything, eh? Let's see _him_ grow a tail!
--JERRY SOHL
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