Blue Grey Tentacles crouched on the hard stone floor of a prison cell sobbing. He didn’t shed tears from his eyes as a human would. None the less anyone who understood Centaurian feelings would know that the young alien was utterly and abjectly miserable. Everyone, even his family on prison visits said it was good his tentacles no longer flashed scarlet. Little Blue Grey Tentacles felt he’d lost part of himself with that and with the name change. The prisoner hated being with other prisoners and he hated being alone. And little Blue Grey Tentacles cried and cried and cried for a mudbath.Flare