Chapter 2 "The Changing Plane" Excerpt 1 Islak Polenta (1)

Islak Polenta must admit that the method of plane travel invented by Shida Dulip is not completely reliable.Sometimes, you will find that the plane you are on is not the one you want to go to.If you always travel with a copy of the "Roman Plane Quick Reference Book", you can quickly consult local information when you arrive on a plane, but Roman is not always reliable.But the "Encyclopedia of Planes" with as many as forty-four volumes is inconvenient to carry, and, in the final analysis, unless something is completely dead, it will never be reliable. I came to Islak by accident, before I had much experience and didn't know to pack Roman in my suitcase.There is a set of encyclopedias in the Plane Traveler Hotel, but they were sent for rebinding, and according to them, the whole set has fallen apart page by page because the bears ate all the glue used to bind the books .I think the bears of Islak are really weird, but I don't want to ask about it.I scoured the hotel lobby and my room to see if any bears were lurking in the shadowy corners.In view of the beautiful scenery of the hotel and the warm and hospitable host, I decided to stay in Islak for a day or two.Later, I started to browse the books in the bookcase in the room, try the built-in reader, and almost forgot about the bear. At this time, I found that something quickly escaped and hid behind the bookcase stand up.

I moved the book press away and saw the guy running away.It has black fur, but it has a long, thin tail that looks like wire.Neglecting the tail, its body is about six to eight inches long.I didn't want to share my room with it, but I also hated complaining to strangers--only people who really know each other are comfortable complaining--so I just put the book press back in place and blocked the critter from escaping. The entrance of the entrance, and then went downstairs to eat. The hotel is served in a family style, with all the residents sitting around a long table.They came from several different planes, but the atmosphere at the dinner party was very harmonious.We can talk in pairs with the help of a translator, and if there are too many people involved in the conversation, the lines of the translator will be overloaded.The neighbor to my left was a ruddy lady who said she was from a plane called Ayers and often came to Islak with her husband.So I asked her what she knew about bears here.

"Oh," she said, smiling and nodding, "they're mostly harmless. But they're such little rascals! Always breaking books, licking envelopes, and getting under the covers like nothing happened!" "Get into the quilt?" "Yes, yes. They are pets." Her husband also leaned over to join our conversation.He is a man with a ruddy complexion. "Teddy bear," he said in English with a smile. "yes." "Teddy bear?" "Yeah yeah," he said, before having to switch to his own language again—"a teddy bear is an animal, and kids keep it as a pet, isn't it?"

"But they're not living animals." He looked very disturbed. "A dead animal?" "It's not—it's stuffed animals—toys—" "Yes, yes. Toys. Pets." He smiled and nodded.