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When
the
town
people
found
the
rocket
at
sunset
they
wondered
what
it
was
.
Nobody
knew
,
so
it
was
sold
to
a
junkman
and
hauled
off
to
be
broken
up
for
scrap
metal
.
That
night
it
rained
all
night
.
The
next
day
was
fair
and
warm
.
He
wanted
to
go
to
Mars
on
the
rocket
.
He
went
down
to
the
rocket
field
in
the
early
morning
and
yelled
in
through
the
wire
fence
at
the
men
in
uniform
that
he
wanted
to
go
to
Mars
,
He
told
them
he
was
a
taxpayer
,
his
name
was
Pritchard
,
and
he
had
a
right
to
go
to
Mars
.
Wasn
’
t
he
born
right
here
in
Ohio
?
Wasn
’
t
he
a
good
citizen
?
Then
why
couldn
’
t
he
go
to
Mars
?
He
shook
his
fists
at
them
and
told
them
that
he
wanted
to
get
away
from
Earth
;
anybody
with
any
sense
wanted
to
get
away
from
Earth
.
There
was
going
to
be
a
big
atomic
war
on
Earth
in
about
two
years
,
and
he
didn
’
t
want
to
be
here
when
it
happened
.
He
and
thousands
of
others
like
him
,
if
they
had
any
sense
,
would
go
to
Mars
.
See
if
they
wouldn
’
t
!
To
get
away
from
wars
and
censorship
and
statism
and
conscription
and
government
control
of
this
and
that
,
of
art
and
science
!
You
could
have
Earth
!
He
was
offering
his
good
right
hand
,
his
heart
,
his
head
,
for
the
opportunity
to
go
to
Mars
!
What
did
you
have
to
do
,
what
did
you
have
to
sign
,
whom
did
you
have
to
know
,
to
get
on
the
rocket
?
They
laughed
out
through
the
wire
screen
at
him
.
He
didn
’
t
want
to
go
to
Mars
,
they
said
.
Didn
’
t
he
know
that
the
First
and
Second
Expeditions
had
failed
,
had
vanished
;
the
men
were
probably
dead
?
But
they
couldn
’
t
prove
it
,
they
didn
’
t
know
for
sure
,
he
said
,
clinging
to
the
wire
fence
.
Maybe
it
was
a
land
of
milk
and
honey
up
there
,
and
Captain
York
and
Captain
Williams
had
just
never
bothered
to
come
back
Now
were
they
going
to
open
the
gate
and
let
him
in
to
board
the
Third
Expeditionary
Rocket
,
or
was
he
going
to
have
to
kick
it
down
?
They
told
him
to
shut
up
.
He
saw
the
men
walking
out
to
the
rocket
.
Wait
for
me
!
he
cried
.
Don
’
t
leave
me
here
on
this
terrible
world
,
I
’
ve
got
to
get
away
;
there
’
s
going
to
be
an
atom
war
!
Don
’
t
leave
me
on
Earth
!
They
dragged
him
,
struggling
,
away
.
They
slammed
the
policewagon
door
and
drove
him
off
into
the
early
morning
,
his
face
pressed
to
the
rear
window
,
and
just
before
they
sirened
over
a
hill
,
he
saw
the
red
fire
and
heard
the
big
sound
and
felt
the
huge
tremor
as
the
silver
rocket
shot
up
and
left
him
behind
on
an
ordinary
Monday
morning
on
the
ordinary
planet
Earth
.
