Feathered Friend
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- According to page 253 it states that theres never been a regulation that forbids one to keep pets in a space station. No one ever thought it was necessary. Sven was one of our best construction men, and excelled at the tricky and specialized work of collecting assorted girders as they floated around in free fall...
- On page 254 the text says that when I heard the musical whistle beside my ear, I assumed that it had came over the station intercome and waited for an announemment to follow. She was a small yellow canary, hanging in the air as motionless as a humming bird who belonged to sven. It was quite obvious that Claribel already learned how to operate in the absence of gravity. He wanted to see just how a bird would operate when it had no weight but could still use its wings.
- On page 255 I notice that certainly when I woke up that morning it felt like 6:00 A.M on Earth. I had a nagging headache, and vague memories of fitful, disturbed dreams. Where's Sven? I asked, not very much caring. He's looking for Claribel, someone answered. Says he can't find her anywhere. She usually wakes him up. ... Sven came in through the doorway, and we could see at once that something was wrong.
- (no space) He slowly opened his hand, and there lay a tiny bundle of yellow feathers, with two clenched claws sticking pathetically up into the air.“Let’s have a look at her,” said Jock Duncan, our cook-doctor-dietitian. We all waited in hushed silence while he held Claribelagainst his ear in an attempt to detect any heartbeat.Presently he shook his head. “I can’t hear anything, but thatdoesn’t prove she’s dead.
- (no space)“Give her a shot of oxygen,” suggested somebody, pointing tothe green-banded emergency cylinder in its recess beside the door.“Jim!” There’s something wrong with the air! That’s whyClaribel’s passed out.“Nonsense!” said Jim. “The alarms would have gone off. We’vegot duplicate circuits, operating independently.”
- The author states on page 256 that Itwas one of those accidents that couldn’t possibly happen; we’d hadone of our rare eclipses by Earth’s shadow that night; part of theair purifier had frozen up, and the single alarm in the circuit hadfailed to go off. Half a million dollars’ worth of chemical andelectronic engineering had let us down completely. Without Claribel,we should soon have been slightly dead.
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