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| - "Two weeks ago," began the park ranger, "Your son was driving on route 77 which goes through the Porcupine Mountains on his way home from a medical convention. There's a monster cliff that runs alongside it. He called me up to tell me that he had run off the road and was stuck on the edge." Mrs. Harper gasped and looked at her son. "For heaven's sake, Jim, haven't you learned how to drive safely yet?" Fred stopped her from continuing. "He swerved to miss an animal. At any rate, by the time I got there, his car was gone, so we thought he was dead. But, the next morning the police went out to search for him in a helicopter, just to make sure. Well, needless to say, they found him alive on a ledge jutting out from the cliff wall. But he was, well, damaged somewhat."
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| - "Two weeks ago," began the park ranger, "Your son was driving on route 77 which goes through the Porcupine Mountains on his way home from a medical convention. There's a monster cliff that runs alongside it. He called me up to tell me that he had run off the road and was stuck on the edge." Mrs. Harper gasped and looked at her son. "For heaven's sake, Jim, haven't you learned how to drive safely yet?" Fred stopped her from continuing. "He swerved to miss an animal. At any rate, by the time I got there, his car was gone, so we thought he was dead. But, the next morning the police went out to search for him in a helicopter, just to make sure. Well, needless to say, they found him alive on a ledge jutting out from the cliff wall. But he was, well, damaged somewhat." "I shouldn't wonder!" exclaimed Mrs. Harper, taking James arm firmly. "How was he hurt? Was his back injured? He's had many years of back problems, you know." James rolled his eyes. "His back was fine, strangely enough," said Fred. "His whole body had undergone an incredible, yet horrible, change. The corpse of a bobcat lay alongside him, and it had bitten him on the left arm. But most of the bite was obscured by the—er—cat hair that covered his whole body." "And then we discovered how to undo your son's hideous transformation," Fred's voice said on the radio lying in front of Chaleen Bright, who had a wide, malicious smile on her face. Unknown to the Harpers, she had bugged their house. "Goodness, that was horrible!" Margaret said loudly. "I can see why you wouldn't want anyone to know about it. Still, you can confide the story in me." Chaleen stopped pressed stop. "Oh, no, Mrs. Harper," Chaleen giggled to herself, "it's wonderful - in fact, this will be the greatest story of my career!" Dr. Harper heard something outside the window, and gave a semiconscious jolt. Mr. Montgomery, seeing him act in this strange way, leaned over and whispered something to his ear: "What?" Dr. Harper whispered back. "I bet it's Chaleen." Mr. Montgomery withdrew. He knew he had possibly made a major error. He reached for his radio to tell Officer McPherson before it was too late. Just as he was about to speak into it, the radio cackled to life: "Good work, ranger! I told you that nothing good would come out of this. Today we found one bug listening in. We may hear more tomorrow. Now get out here, quick!" Mr. Montgomery rushed outside, just as he heard the sound of a helicopter taking off from the house's easement into the air. He looked up and saw that, in the passenger's seat in the military chopper, Chaleen Bright was pressing outward against the chopper's rear window, striving to break out of the cell she was imprisoned within, but looking very forlorn and unable to break through. At least she wouldn't be able to tell others what she'd heard from the bug. "She had been caught eavesdropping on classified information," said McPherson just outside. "She's being deported right now to a top secret military prison, no bail. Our men are currently scanning the house for any radio signals going away from it which would tell us if there was another bug here."
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