laughed. “Trigger, you’re crooning to it.”
“Well, I feel like crooning to it,” she said. “I feel very affectionate toward it. Did I tell you that on the trip back, when it was in stasis and I couldn’t go near it, I’d dream about the trees every night?”
“No.”
“I did. There I’d be climbing around in that wonderful forest again, or stretching out for a nap on one of the leaves—and they curl up around you so nicely when you lie down on them! You know, I think I’ll climb up baby right now . . .
“Why not?” said Mantelish. “If it weren’t for my weight, I might try it myself.”
“If you ate just what you got from the tree,” Trigger told him, “you’d trim down fast.” She caught
“Well, I feel like crooning to it,” she said. “I feel very affectionate toward it. Did I tell you that on the trip back, when it was in stasis and I couldn’t go near it, I’d dream about the trees every night?”
“No.”
“I did. There I’d be climbing around in that wonderful forest again, or stretching out for a nap on one of the leaves—and they curl up around you so nicely when you lie down on them! You know, I think I’ll climb up baby right now . . .
“Why not?” said Mantelish. “If it weren’t for my weight, I might try it myself.”
“If you ate just what you got from the tree,” Trigger told him, “you’d trim down fast.” She caught