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fainthearted miss. I mean that I had all the motive capacity of a Greek marble goddess.

At this point a bright shaft of light fell on me from above, and I perceived that it was coming from that Russian satellite. Now, I'm no fanatic, anti-communist, or anything like that, but those Russians were going just a bit too far. A poor girl has a few car problems, and zingo the Russians are coming!

While I was contemplating my predicament, I found myself floating out of the seat and drifting about in the shaft of light. As I drifted through the lightshaft twenty, forty, sixty feet off the ground, the situation began to worry me. What is a girl to do one hundred feet off the ground if those Russians happen to have a power failure? It could happen you know. It happened to the car, and it's American made.

Presently I passed through an opening and came to rest on my feet in a very large brightly lit room. I still couldn't move, but otherwise I was no worse off from my little ascent.

Before me stood . . . sat . . . or (anyway, it was there). . . a small raspberry pink furry ball with one great big baby blue eye. The resemblance to Al Capp's Bald Iggle was uncanny to say the least. I think that this is the point at which it dawned on me that maybe this thing wasn't a Russian cosmonaut. Powder Puff pointed something at me, and I went limp on the floor. I felt tingly all over as though I were just thawing out from the freezer.

As I regained my composure, a handsome young man walked towards me and offered me his hand. Helping me to my feet, he said, "Please don't be alarmed, Miss. These creatures won't hurt you, and they'll let you go in a short time." With that, he went rigid and disappeared down a shaft of light opening through the floor. I felt a little sorry to see him go.

"In the name of Science we ask your cooperation." The voice was mechanical, tinny, and had just a trace of New England disc jockey in it.

Turning, I noticed Powder Puff Number Two whistling into

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