donât make me laugh.This is far too serious!â
He composed himself. âNow, Earth has always been a popular vacation destination for many Globagaskarians. Itâs advertised with the slogan: âA simpler, sweeter part of the galaxy.â Of course, we canât come too often because we do have to find remote deserts to hide our spaceships in, and we do tend to attract attention because of our height. People are always photographing us with their mobile phones, and representatives from a group called something like the Guinness Recorders keep giving us their business cards.Thatâs why a strict limit has been placed on the number of us traveling to Earth.Thereâs quite a waiting list, because only one family is allowed to visit Earth at a time so we donât create too much of a sensation. My wife and I were fortunate enough to come on our honeymoon. Actually, she wanted to go to one of those luxurious, modern planets, but I teach intergalactic history and culture at the local university, and the more Iâd studied Earth, the more it fascinated me. So I managed to persuade her.Well! My wife had to eat her words! We had the time of our lives.Weâve been planning to bring our children next year for our wedding anniversary.Thatâs why we were so cross when we first heard about the plans to turn your planet into an intergalactic garbage can.â
âI beg your pardon?â Nicola let the lollipop drop from her mouth. âDid you just say a . . . garbage can ?â
âYes, itâs really very unfortunate.You see, our king and queen have gone off on vacation and theyâve left their young daughter, Princess Petronella, in charge. Sheâs about the same age as you.The princess has been making some rather odd decisions. Sheâs determined that sheâs bored with recycling and sheâd rather have an intergalactic garbage can.The plan is to send down a planet renovation team to make the necessary changes. Iâll guess theyâll have to scoop out a big hole in the middle. Of course, eventually theyâll have to get rid of all the peopleââ
Nicola gave a sound just like the wheezy whooshing one her grandma made when she climbed stairs. Georgio glanced at her frightened face.
âOh, I donât mean get rid of you, get rid of you. Like in a permanent way. Youâll simply be packed onto spaceships and sent to live on the Planet of Bore. Certainly nobody will want to stay on Earth when itâs a smelly garbage can brimming over with refuse.Terribly unhygienic, for one thing.â
âBut this is . . . preposterous !â said Nicola. (Preposterous, meaning utterly ridiculous, was one of her favorite words, and she had never come across such an appropriate occasion on which to use it.)
âYes, it is preposterous,â said Georgio. âEspecially when you consider that the Planet of Bore lives up to its name. Itâs the most boring planet in the entire galaxy. No seasons, no plants, no animals, no nothing really. It will be like living in a parking lot.Youâll have to take a lot of board games. Get itâ bored games !â
Nicola was furious. âThat Princess Petronella sounds like a horrible person!â
âShe certainly isnât behaving very politely toward your planet. At exactly six A.M. on December first, thatâs this Saturday morning, garbage will start falling from the sky. Then a week or so after that, once everybody is sick of having leftover tuna casseroles ruining their new hairdos, the princess will send down the army. She thinks people will be ready to leave by then, and will go without a fuss.â
âThis Saturday is my birthday,â said Nicola.
Georgio looked delighted. âWhy, what a wonderful coincidence! Thatâs even more confirmation that Iâve picked exactly the right person for this mission.â
Nicola didnât think it was a wonderful coincidence at all.What