I know. It's Chug-a-lug, the Hooten-Nanny,
and he's flying his friends to see the sights and to take the special rides.
Aren't they the lucky ones?'
They approach a mountain peak. With a flip and a flop they land on a
tiny platform at the tip of a tall pole. They see the ground far below.
Beside them, tied to a railing on the platform is a trapeze bar.
'For goodness sake,' exclaims Stobey, 'What's a trapeze bar doing here at
the very top of a mountain?'
'This is my own special trapeze,' Chug replies. 'I use it to travel from one
place to another. Very often, when I'm feeling real good, I do
somersaults as I go along. Shall we swing?'
'Now just a moment,' Slutter says, looking around and then far up into
space above Ganymede. 'A trapeze bar swings through space, that I
understand. But the lines that hold the bar need to be fastened to
something at its other end. I don't see where the trapeze lines end. What
are they fastened to up there in space, Chug?'
Chug grins and points up. Stobey and Slutter look again. The trapeze
lines stretch up and up and disappear from sight.
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