Then he realized what it really was: a possum. It looked like a cat-sized rat that had got its nose stuck in… — Harry Turtledove
Then he realized what it really was: a possum. It looked like a cat-sized rat that had got its nose stuck in a pencil sharpener. The long, bare pinkish tail seemed vaguely obscene. Lieutenant Colonel Torricelli was looking in the same direction. “If that’s not the ugliest thing God ever made, damned if I know what it is,” he said.
“Now that Jake Featherston’s dead, I agree with you.”
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