Martian: |
Isn't that your same old purse? I thought you bought a new one. |
Venusian: |
I did, but I'm not ready to use it yet. |
Martian: |
Not ready?? |
Venusian: |
A purse is very near the core of a Venusian's being, Martian-kun. It's
our constant companion. We carry our whole lives in there. I can't just
cast off an old friend like a piece of jetsam. |
Venusian: |
The new one looks nice, but we don't know each other. It hasn't learned
how to gently accept my mound of treasures and necessities. It doesn't
know the shape of my hip. It doesn't know how to swing in sync with my
gait. It hasn't....
(Venusian looks at Martian, who has puzzled expression).
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Venusian: |
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? |
Martian: |
A sports analogy may be your only hope... |
Venusian: |
(thinks for a moment...)
oh, all right. remember when you got a new baseball glove?
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Martian: |
well of course! who says Martians and Venusians can't communicate? |