Davestuff

As bad as the morning had been for Sam Bonner, for one gibbon, it was going to be worse. It started unremarkably. Cozily ensconced a hundred feet up in a leafy bower, he awoke to find an immensely long arm heaving him over the edge of his nest. For an intolerable moment, half asleep, he imagined branches slapping him in the face as he flailed his way to an eager forest floor. Flopping to a stop at the end of his tether, he started from his morbid reverie, dangling helplessly below as the apes gleefully pillaged his meager possessions. Spinning gently in the rain of debris, he saw one brown-furred face leering down at him with an expression and fistful of feces that said unmistakably, “This was my idea, human.” Only one problem: Sam knew that face. Hours later, trotting through the undergrowth in his walrus-hide leggings and hard-won Juleleloh spear—the one on him while he slept, the other flung to the ground by the gibbons—Sam headed for the fig he knew was part of many trib...

Written by, and all credit due to, Doc 40 : THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN (Part 9) In which Marilyn, finds herself without air cover or infantry support, and cut off from the People’s Army of the Fourteenth International. She moves swiftly back up the timestream to Episode Nine. Using the disguised Blasco Ladder, and simultaneously employing the hidden power of the Calendar of Xvexulacapa the Sun Hammer, she calculates that the secret of life, the universe, and everything is not 42 after all but in fact 30! (But she keeps smiling, and wears her gloves. The Fat Men in Hats are closing in on critical vectors.)"