Date: Tue, 12 Aug 1997 10:31:15 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: SUB: CONTEST: Let Jayla Figure It Out Jayla knew Gramps the best, out of all of us -- how he used to play with the insides of things, changing them around. She should have known if we got that old radio working we'd pull in more than AM and FM. When we got noise, we all bunched around where the radio sat on an old wood crate in the barn. Timmy slowly turned the tuning knob. Classical snooze, static, jazz, static, somebody's dog died, static -- then a high whining warble, fading in and out. WonderDog began running around in circles and barking. Timmy's hand froze still on the knob. We all sucked breath and held it, staring at the dial. A "THUMP!" behind the barn, with a shudder through the ground, broke us out of our trance. Everyone stampeded out to see ... what looked like a trailer, welded together out of metal plates and left unpainted. Out of a door facing us stepped a six-foot-tall marmoset standing on its hind legs, with gills and rooster-wattles. Two smaller ones held on to its hands. Big Something looked at us and gabbled. I don't know what to do. I think Jayla should figure it out. This is Jayla's fault.