"Listen, fool! Listen hard! It has heard me, and is coming. Can't you hear It splashing out of Its tank down there at the end of the runway? I dug it deep, because there was nothing too good for It. It is amphibious, you know—you saw the gills in the picture. It came to the earth from lead-gray Yuggoth, where the cities are under the warm deep sea. It can't stand up in there—too tall—has to sit down or crouch. Let me get my keys—we must let It out and kneel down before it. Then we will go out and find a dog or cat—or perhaps a drunken man—to give It the nourishment It needs."