Abrishami Spring Dream

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Let me introduce you," said Trillian. "Arthur this is Benji mouse." "Hi," said one of the mice. His whiskers stroked what must have been a touch sensitive panel on the inside of the whisky-glass like affair, and it moved forward slightly. "And this is Frankieget on with some of my fjords then." "Ah, well in fact that won't be necessary," said Frankie mouse. "It looks very much as if we won't be needing the new Earth any longer." He swivelled his pink little eyes. "Not now that we have found a native of the planet who was there seconds before it was destroyed." "What?" cried Slartibartfast, aghast. "You can't mean that! I've got a thousand glaciers poised and ready to roll over Africa!" "Well perhaps cried the old man. "Those glaciers are works of art! Elegantly sculptured contours, soaring pinnacles of ice, deep majestic ravines! It would be sacrilege to go skiing on mouse." The other mouse said, "Pleased to meet you," and did likewise. Arthur gaped. "But aren't they ..." "Yes," said Trillian, "they are the mice I brought with me from the Earth." She looked him in the eye and Arthur thought he detected the tiniest resigned shrug. "Could you pass me that bowl of grated Arcturan Megadonkey?" she said. Slartibartfast coughed politely. "Er, excuse me," he said. "Yes, thank you Slartibartfast," said Benji mouse sharply, "you may go." "What? Oh ... er, very well," said the old man, slightly taken aback, "I'll just go and