Nancy put in a frantic call to her travel agent.
“Have you made that reservation for Pluto yet? I want to cancel it.
“Why?” asked that agent. “Did something happen?”
“No. I’m all right. But I heard you can’t play golf on Pluto after all. I heard the Plutonians eat all the golf balls.”
“Yes, that was a problem, the agent replied. “But it’s solved now. We have a repellent, safe for Earthlings, which makes the balls seem actually repulsive to Plutonians.”
“Sounds powerful. Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Perfectly safe. We just take the balls and chocolate-coat them.”
“Have you made that reservation for Pluto yet? I want to cancel it.
“Why?” asked that agent. “Did something happen?”
“No. I’m all right. But I heard you can’t play golf on Pluto after all. I heard the Plutonians eat all the golf balls.”
“Yes, that was a problem, the agent replied. “But it’s solved now. We have a repellent, safe for Earthlings, which makes the balls seem actually repulsive to Plutonians.”
“Sounds powerful. Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Perfectly safe. We just take the balls and chocolate-coat them.”
