Zing, Zang, and Zinnia (oh, yes–Peony had told them her Zekonian name) got settled into the ramshackle old house. Assuming the form of human children, they explored outdoors.
“It’s pleasant,” commented Zing. “I like grass. But what is that piece of equipment with the chains?”
“Zing, you’re too curious!” Zang was cranky.
“It’s a game humans play,” said Zinnia. “See those plastic discs in the basket? They toss the discs into the chains and get a score when the discs drop into the basket.”
“But why?” asked Zing.
“Just for fun, Zing. It’s called Frisbee.”
“Fun?” Zang grumped. “What’s that?”
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