=== apom_ch10_pt3 === 

His response to my manifestation of affection was remarkable to a degree, he stretched his great mouth to its full width, baring the entire expanse of his upper rows of tusks and wrinkling his snout until his great eyes were almost hidden by the folds of flesh.  If you have ever seen a collie smile you may have some idea of Woolas facial distortion. =

He threw himself upon his back and fairly wallowed at my feet, jumped up and sprang upon me, rolling me upon the ground by his great weight, then wriggling and squirming around me like a playful puppy presenting its back for the petting it craves.  I could not resist the ludicrousness of the spectacle, and holding my sides I rocked back and forth in the first laughter which had passed my lips in many days, the first, in fact, since the morning Powell had left camp when his horse, long unused, had precipitately and unexpectedly bucked him off headforemost into a pot of frijoles. =

My laughter frightened Woola, his antics ceased and he crawled pitifully toward me, poking his ugly head far into my lap, and then I remembered what laughter signified on Mars torture, suffering, death. = 

=== end of pt3 ===