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Her husband Ed leaped out of the lawn chair when she landed on the nest. "Honey, you're back so soon. Did you get a new pair of glasses or contacts?"
"Sure did," Ellen replied with a renewed confidence in her voice. She hopped over to the back of the nest and casually nudged the lawn chair over the edge of the nest.
"No more lawn chairs in this nest," she announced smugly. "Only dead mice, rabbits, and fish are going to show up here in the future."
Tourists and gamblers from across the galaxy visit the foggy planet Umgul to witness the bizarre sport of blob racing. Yes, blobs. These syrupy masses roll, ooze, bounce and snake their way through obstacle courses at speeds of up to 60 miles per hour. But they're not merely vying to reach the finish line. On their way, the blobs maneuver through a series of obstacles that could include sharp nails, spinning razor blades and fine mesh screens. The obstacles don't kill the blobs, just slow them down. Once sliced into pieces, the mini clumps move independently towards each other until they come together again as a complete whole. Blobs can measure three-feet high and the largest ones are trained as sprinters from birth. But training is not the only way to make a blob sprint faster. There are illegal methods, too. The problem of cheating on the blob races is so bad that a racing commission has to monitor the stables where the blobs are kept. In further effort to prevent cheating, the crime is punishable by death.
"Honey, I was just getting used to the lawn chair when you nudged it over the side of the nest. Do you think you could find me another lawn chair sometime?"
"No more lawn chairs in this nest, ever," said Ellen. "Okay, Ed, it's time we flew off to find something for the kids to eat for dinner. There's no use in just sitting around in lawn chairs all day."