| ' Oh, yes! Poporin's clothes are
made by imagination of the real clothes which Poporin was wearing in the
Mars-base. In this ship, they are the nearest objects to the Mars-base
of 30th century! ' Star-Flower said.
' What are you saying? What can we do? ' Poporin asked in the voice of a chick being just born from an egg. ' I'm going to try to connect the clothes to the space-time of the Mars-base 30th century, by my imagination. If I could do it, please call your friend who is waiting in front of the Mars-base by the breast-radio. And, Please ask him to disconnect you and my tree! I've already become a seed, so I don't have arms or legs now. Poporin, please turn the switch on! When I lose my leaves, I'll not be able to imagine. Hurry up! ' With hard efforts, Poporin climbed the radio which has become taller than poporin now. But the switch is so hard that he cannot turn it on. ' Oh no! Yadopi, come here and help me, please. ' |
| ' Daa, da, da! '
' What? Yadopi, can't you speak? Do your best. Power does not go into my hands..... Have I lost my muscles? ' Poporin and Yadopi who already became embryos rode on the switch, and the switch turned on sometimes momentarily. ' First lieutenant Spiral! This is Poporin! Help! Help us please ' ' Da! Da! ' ' Pi, pi pi pi ? Pi pi, pi..... ' Poporin found that he also has become not to be able to speak words, and was disappointed. All of them cannot keep their imagination, so the Kettle-ship and Poporin's clothes and other things began to lose their outlines. |