For the time being Aaron would have to suffer in the Antarctic cold. He’d taken the time machine only eighty years back to join Robert Byrd at the South Pole. Of course he’d forgotten to dress properly for the occasion.
It was not the custom to receive visitors at the South Pole, so when they came, Byrd and his staff rolled out the blue carpet. Byrd spoke first after a hearty handshake. “Come tour the facility with us, Mr. Aardvark.”
Byrd showed him the steel building constructed by the U.S. government. Narrow slits of windows, white tile floors, thick concrete walls. And inside the largest room, twelve bunk beds. And a sling that looked like it’d been constructed by a mammoth black widow spider.
“What’s that?” Aaron asked.
“Our staff needs to stay warm. Somehow. So this is how we entertain ourselves in the darkest months of the year.”
Aaron was going to like the South Pole.
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