"How'd you make out on III, by the way?" 

 "Same old stuff, pottery shards and the usual junk. See it once and you've seen it all." 

 "Well," Griffin began, "it looks like the same thing here again. We've pretty well covered this system and you know how it is. Rammed earth walls here and there, pottery shards, flint, bronze and iron artifacts and that's it. They got to the iron age on every planet and then blooey." 

 "Artifacts all made for humanoid hands I suppose. I wonder if they were close enough to have crossbred with humans." 

 "I couldn't say," Griffin observed dryly. "From the looks of Old Pruneface I doubt if we'll ever find a human female with sufficiently detached attitude to find out." 

 "Who's Pruneface?" 

 "He came ambling down out of the hills this morning and walked into camp." 

 "You mean you've actually found a live humanoid?" 

 "There's got to be a first time for everything." Griffin opened the door and started climbing the hill toward Kung Su and Pruneface. 

 "Well, have you gotten beyond the 'me, Charlie' stage yet?" Griffin inquired at breakfast two days later. 

 Kung Su gave an inscrutable East Los Angeles smile. "As a matter of fact, I'm a little farther along. Joe is amazingly coöperative." 

 "Joe?" 

 "Spell it Chou if you want to be exotic. It's still pronounced Joe and that's his name. The language is monosyllabic and tonal. I happen to know a similar language." 

 "You mean this humanoid speaks Chinese?" Griffin was never sure whether Kung was ribbing him or not. 

 "Not Chinese. The vocabulary is different but the syntax and phonemes are nearly identical. I'll speak it perfectly in a week. It's just a question of memorizing two or three thousand new words. Incidentally, Joe wants to know why you're digging up his bottom land. He was all set to flood it today." 

 "Don't tell me he plants rice!" Griffin exclaimed. 

 "I don't imagine it's rice, but it needs flooding whatever it is." 

 "Ask him how many humanoids there are on this planet." 

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