[School has normally been uneventful for Clod. She came, listened to the usual litany of national pride and enmity for those dirty Communists, and left with homework that she would often neglect to do. It just wasn't all that fun to her and therefore, not worth doing.
It's lunch time now and the little green girl took her tray and started finding a place to sit. Anyplace will do. Even...
... Hey. Is that... is that her brother? In the distance is a boy who looks similar to Pokey except that he didn't quite have as much volume. Their hairstyle and color seemed to match almost exactly. Clod walks over with her tray to where the boy is sitting alone and sets it there without so much as permission.]
... Yeah, right, there was no way you could be Pokey.
School
It's lunch time now and the little green girl took her tray and started finding a place to sit. Anyplace will do. Even...
... Hey. Is that... is that her brother? In the distance is a boy who looks similar to Pokey except that he didn't quite have as much volume. Their hairstyle and color seemed to match almost exactly. Clod walks over with her tray to where the boy is sitting alone and sets it there without so much as permission.]
... Yeah, right, there was no way you could be Pokey.