"Salut Toto ! Salut Chouquette !", voilà les mots prononcés lors de la première rencontre entre un martien et un homme. L'étonnement et l'émerveillement vont être cependant de courte durée. En effet, les petits hommes verts ne sont pas du tout comme nous avions pu les imaginer jusqu'à présent. Malpo
Martiens, go home!
✍ Scribed by Brown, Fredric
- Year
- 1954
- Tongue
- French
- Weight
- 99 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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