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HUGE PLAGUE WIPING OUT RELAX
ISLAND
POPULATION DYING LIKE FLIES
The exile colony of Queen Teenie, Hostage Monarch of Flisten, not only imperilled but doomed! Unburied dead littering the roads are making an unbearable stench. The piteous moan of infants rends the air. Death stalks from the crown of Mount Teon down to the southernmost cliff, planting its crushing hooves into the guts and brains of this defenseless and shuddering population. No medical supplies exist. Unless immediate help is received, there is no hope. PS: For God's sakes, get this to the papers, Pratia! "Well, you can imagine the shock I went into! I instantly got on the viewer-phone. I showed the message. I called editor after editor, publisher after publisher. "Some reporters came out and I showed it to them along with the canister. "And then you know what happened?
"The next day, there wasn't a single mention of it in the papers, not ONE line! Oh, I was upset. "Now, you know that by this time Prahd, although he was the King's Own Physician, didn't have too much to do. Mortiiy was very healthy and Prahd had finished cleaning up the removed Lords long since. Cling was still alive but he had special nurses. So Prahd, to while away the time, opened the little hospital here as a cello-logy beauty clinic for the dowagers and women of Pausch Hills. He was here three days a week and when he next came, I showed him the message. "He scratched his head. He looked at the date on the message and saw it was only two weeks old and he said there might yet be time. He viewer-phoned Palace City to-try to get hold of that BEAUTIFUL man, Jettero Heller-Duke of Manco is his right name now, but I always think of him as dear Jettero, such a LOVELY man. Such grace… Where was I? Oh, yes. "But dear Jettero-I certainly would love to talk to him someday. I have to worship him from afar. You have co