“They do look like ‘lizard-camels,’” Bricko laughed,
squatting before a stack of Elaine’s rubbings.
“However, I think we’d better call them B1-type images until we
determine whether or not any such creatures inhabit the region, or indeed, any
part of the continent.” He patted Elaine
on the shoulder as he stood up.
“But,”
Elaine demurred, “Just as a slang term—for fun…”
“There’s no
room for slang in semantics,” Bricko
returned. “Nor is semantics for ‘fun.’”
“I
suppose…” Elaine sighed.
“Look,”
Bricko tried to mollify his assistant.
“Dirk’s found something that looks very much like a giraffe-man.” He pointed to a boulder roughly a quarter
mile away. “I’m not letting him label it
as such on the rubbings. It’s C2 and
3-types until further notice.”
…
