 How is Croanie going to affect Lovenbroy?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "In that case, let's leave it to Miss Furkle. "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. "Our function is merely to bring them together. I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said. Retief punched Miss Furkle's button. "Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. "Only mature every twelve years. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr. Retief." "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Five of 'em. Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. But this year...." Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
 They are going to invade it.
 They are going to steal its students.  They are going to help Lovenbroy pick it’s crop.  They are going to steal all its wine.  They are going to invade it.