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of low, sweet clucks. Dandelion fuzz sprouted from her head, growing fine tendrils that settled onto Jayjay and sank into his flesh. He had the distinct sense of hooks taking hold.
    â€œYou under her wing now, Jay,” said the pitchfork, as if in sorrow. “Pekka’s agent is knotting into you. Entangling your particle strings.”
    â€œYou deliberately set him up!” repeated Lovva. “You’re selling out his world! I knew this was coming, but I can hardly believe it. You’re terrible, Groovy.”
    â€œI want me some glory,” muttered the pitchfork. “Pekka promised that she’ll have them Earthlings puttin’ up statues of me.”
    â€œAs if!” raged the harp. “A parasite like Pekka isn’t going to keep her word.”
    â€œYou think?” said the pitchfork, actually surprised. His voice took on a rare note of self doubt. “Wonder if I goofed.”
    â€œYou are such a dumb hick.”
    â€œWe know that Jayjay and his gang are gonna win out,” said the pitchfork, regaining his cockiness. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have seen them in our world. There’s no harm in letting Pekka’s birds take a shot. Everything’s gonna come out in the wash.”
    â€œMaybe so,” said Lovva. “Because I knew this was coming, I already teeped Glee. She became a Hrull pusher after we left, you know. She and her host Hrull are probably in the Lobrane already, relative to Jayjay’s time.” She studied him, reading his mind. “Yes, he saw the Hrull this morning. That’s good. They can teach him about the reset rune.” She heaved a tinkling sigh. “There’s so much still to do before we go home and smash the aristos. And that’s the only part I really care about.”
    â€œWorryin’ don’t help,” said the pitchfork. “This tune’s playin’ itself.”
    And with that, the two of them dove off the edge of the leaf and disappeared, heading in opposite directions, leaving Jayjay to face the music.
    His euphoria was gone, and his confusion was rising. He didn’t really understand what Pekka was, nor what it meant for this Pekklet creature to be her agent.
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    The mental contact from the Pekklet was itchy, squawky, raw. Thanks to all the particle strings she’d knotted into Jayjay, she had an unbreakable connection to him—stronger than mere teep. The distant planetary mind behind the Pekklet was avidly pleased to have forged an unbreakable link with a humanoid from a lazy eight world. She had huge development plans.
    Aching with regret, Jayjay backed away from the Pekklet, wanting to climb down the stalk. The giant bird followed his moves as if he were a juicy beetle. She chirped blindly at him, an almost cozy sound. Jayjay’s sense of connection to her was physically palpable.
    To draw the link yet tighter, the ungainly fowl began reshaping herself, tucking in a bit here, growing out a lump there—until she’d taken on the form of a statuesque woman, all curves and hollows, with ruffs of fancy feathers, but again with no eyes upon her blank face. The slinky shape embraced Jayjay, cooing words of love.
    An exquisite sensation of erotic pleasure filled Jayjay’s mind. And in that moment of sensual bliss, he agreed to do whatever the Pekklet wanted.
    With a flap of her arms, the Pekklet flipped Jayjay off the edge of the leaf. He tumbled downward like a doomed giant,rushing past the vast tangles of the vines; he thudded onto the Subdee desert, and oozed through to his cabin floor. And now he was lying in the living room like before—but with the Pekklet controlling his mind.
    His mouth dropped open and he made a tuneless hum. His penis was throbbing. An astronomical flow of information rushed through him and into the teeming night.

 
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CHAPTER 4

THE MISSING GNARL
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    H aving to fetch Jayjay from the stream bank