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Science Fiction in English _ Not Fit for Children by Evelyn E. Smith
Evelyn E. Smith's "Not Fit for Children" is a science fiction short story published in 1953. It was published in Galaxy Science Fiction magazine and is known for Smith's characteristic style and thematic awareness.
Evelyn E. Smith was an American writer in the mid-20th century who distinguished herself in the science fiction and mystery genres. Born in New York City in 1922 and died in 2000, she built her literary career by publishing many short science fiction stories in the 1950s and 1960s. Smith was a female writer active in the male-dominated science fiction genre, and her works often included humor and satire. Known for the "Miss Melville" mystery series, Smith incorporated insight into social issues and gender roles of her time into her works. She is considered a pioneer among female science fiction writers, and her works are still of interest today.

Summary
Trading with the natives was like taking candy from a kid?but which were the natives?
Ppon lowered himself hastily to the orlop and ran toward me. "Hurry up, Qan!" he projected on a sub-level, trying to escape my mother's consciousness. "They're coming! All the others are up already."
"Who's coming?" my mother wanted to know, but her full interest was absorbed by her work, and she gave us only the side of her mind. "You youngsters really must learn to think clearly."

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Not Fit for Children