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〃pull the parachute lever！〃 but i am pinned in my seat。 an she is pressed up against the ceilin of
the cabin； an so it look like it'；s curtains for us； since we is goin bout ten thousan miles a hour； an
headed straight for a big ole green blob of land in the ocean。 we hit that goin this fast； ain'；t even
gonna be a grease spot lef。
but then all of a sudden somethin go 〃pop〃 an the spaceship slow down。 i look over； an
damn if ole sue ain'；t pulled the parachute lever hissef an saved our asses。 i remind mysef then an
there to feed him a banana when all this shit is over。
anyhow； the spaceship be swingin back an forth under the parachute； an it look like we is
gonna hit the big ole green blob of land— which apparently ain'；t so good neither； since we is
sposed only to hit water an then ships will pick us up。 but ain'；t nothin gone right from the time
we set foot in this contraption； so why should anybody expect it to now？
major fritch is on the radio an sayin to groun control； 〃we is bout to land on someplace
north of australia out in the ocean； but i ain'；t sure where we is。〃
couple of seconts later a voice e back say； 〃if you ain'；t sure where you is； why don'；t you
look out the winder； you dumb broad？〃
so major fritch put the radio down an go look out the winder an she say； 〃jesus— this look
like borneo or someplace；〃 but when she try to tell that to groun control； the radio done gone
dead。
we be gettin real close to the earth now； an the spaceship still swinging under the parachute。
there is nothin but jungle an mountains beneath us cept for a little bitty lake that is kind of
brown。 we can barely make out somethin going on nex to the lake down there。 the three of us—
me； sue an major fritch— all got our noses pressed to the winder lookin down； an all of a sudden
major fritch cry out； 〃good god！ this ain'；t borneo— this is fuckin new guinea； an all that shit
on the groun must be one of them cargo cults or somethin！〃
sue an me lookin down hard； an there on the groun nex to the lake； lookin back at us； is
about a thousan natives； all with they arms raised up towards us。 they is wearin little grass skirts
an has their hair all flayed out； an some is carryin sh