“Come on out of there. It’s time to meet the other nice prisoners in the yard.” Blue Grey Tentacles cowered in the alcove. He looked up at the guard scared. “The sun will get me!” “The flare has ended!” “The sun is angry!” “Don’t waste even more time. It’s already late. I can’t get back to my family till you lot have all been round the yard.” The guard reached a tentacle into the alcove, grabbed the prisoner and hauled. The little alien ended up on the cell floor. “Come on out! ” “I’m stiff.” The prisoner rubbed his tentacles. “You should have thought of that before you broke the law.” The guard shook the little prisoner. “And I’d have given you a lot more than forty years. Remember on Terra just one year is more than forty of our years.” He shook the prisoner again. The prisoner fe
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