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More
than
once
my
father
ruminated
that
it
was
pretty
queer
,
and
observed
that
one
of
these
days
he
really
must
try
to
find
out
what
it
was
.
I
don
’
t
think
he
ever
made
the
effort
,
nor
,
at
that
stage
,
was
he
likely
to
have
learned
much
if
he
had
tried
.
The
thing
would
be
about
four
feet
high
then
.
There
must
have
been
plenty
of
them
about
,
growing
tip
quietly
and
inoffensively
,
with
nobody
taking
any
particular
notice
of
them
at
least
it
seemed
so
,
for
if
the
biological
or
botanical
experts
were
excited
over
them
,
no
news
of
their
interest
percolated
to
the
general
public
.
And
so
the
one
in
our
garden
continued
its
growth
peacefully
,
as
did
thousands
like
it
in
neglected
spots
all
over
the
world
.
It
was
some
little
time
later
that
the
first
one
picked
up
its
roots
and
walked
.
That
improbable
achievement
must
,
of
course
,
have
been
known
for
some
time
in
Russia
,
where
it
was
doubtless
classified
as
a
state
secret
,
but
,
as
far
as
I
have
been
able
to
confirm
,
its
first
occurrence
in
the
outside
world
took
place
in
Indo
-
China
—
which
meant
that
people
went
on
taking
practically
no
notice
.
Indo
-
China
was
one
of
these
regions
from
which
such
curious
and
unlikely
yarns
might
be
expected
to
drift
in
,
and
frequently
did
—
the
kind
of
thing
an
editor
might
conceivably
use
if
news
were
scarce
and
a
touch
of
the
"
mysterious
East
"
would
liven
the
paper
up
a
bit
.
But
in
any
case
the
Indo
-
Chinese
specimen
can
have
had
no
great
lead
.
Within
a
few
weeks
reports
of
walking
plants
were
pouring
in
from
Sumatra
,
Borneo
,
Belgian
Congo
,
Colombia
,
Brazil
,
and
most
places
in
the
neighborhood
of
the
equator
.
This
time
they
got
into
print
,
all
right
.
But
the
much
-
handled
stories
,
written
up
with
that
blend
of
cautiously
defensive
frivolity
which
the
press
habitually
employed
to
cover
themselves
in
matters
regarding
sea
serpents
,
flying
saucers
,
thought
transference
,
and
other
irregular
phenomena
,
prevented
anyone
from
realizing
that
these
accomplished
plants
at
all
resembled
the
quiet
,
respectable
weed
beside
our
rubbish
heap
.
Not
until
the
pictures
began
to
appear
did
we
realize
that
they
were
identical
with
it
save
in
size
.
The
newsreel
men
were
quickly
off
the
mark
.
Possibly
they
got
some
good
and
interesting
pictures
for
their
trouble
of
flying
to
outlandish
places
.
but
there
was
a
current
theory
among
cutters
that
more
than
a
few
seconds
of
any
one
news
subject
—
except
a
boxing
match
—
could
not
fail
to
paralyze
an
audience
with
boredom
.
My
first
view
,
therefore
,
of
a
development
which
was
to
play
such
an
important
part
in
my
future
,
as
well
as
in
so
many
other
people
’
s
,
was
a
glimpse
sandwiched
between
a
hula
contest
in
Honolulu
and
the
First
Lady
launching
a
battleship
.
(
No
,
that
is
no
anachronism
.
)
They
were
still
building
them
:
even
admirals
have
to
live
.
)
I
was
permitted
to
see
a
few
triffids
sway
across
the
screen
to
the
kind
of
accompaniment
supposed
to
be
on
the
level
of
the
great
movie
-
going
public
:
"
And
now
,
folks
,
get
a
load
of
what
our
cameraman
found
in
Ecuador
.
Vegetables
on
vacation
!
You
’
ve
only
seen
this
kind
of
thing
after
a
party
,
but
down
in
sunny
Ecuador
they
see
it
any
time
—
and
no
hangover
to
follow
!
Monster
plants
on
the
march
!
Say
,
now
,
that
’
s
given
me
a
big
idea
!
Maybe
if
we
can
educate
our
potatoes
right
we
can
fix
it
so
they
’
ll
walk
right
into
the
pot
.
How
’
d
that
be
,
Momma
?
"
For
the
short
time
the
scene
was
on
I
stared
at
it
,
fascinated
.
There
was
our
mysterious
rubbish
-
heap
plant
grown
to
a
height
of
seven
feet
or
more
.
There
was
no
mistaking
it
and
it
was
"
walking
"
!
