 How do Bal and Ethaniel feel about the humans?
A gentle fancy for the Christmas Season—an oft-told tale with a wistful twistful of Something that left the Earth with a wing and a prayer. But this vast distance did not mean that isolation could endure forever. Instruments within the ship intercepted radio broadcasts and, within the hour, early TV signals. "I can guess," said Ethaniel, who had spoken first. "It's not what they've done," said Bal, the second alien. "I may remind you that in two months twenty-nine days we're due in Willafours," said Bal. "A week," said Ethaniel. "It won't take much," said Ethaniel. "The wrong diplomatic move, or a trigger-happy soldier could set it off. A meteor shower could pass over and their clumsy instruments could interpret it as an all-out enemy attack." Except for the one thing they lack, and that's quite odd, they seem exactly like us. "In a week we can't negate their entire history. "You can't tell," said Ethaniel. "Very little," conceded Ethaniel. There's nothing in this region of space our people want," said Ethaniel. "And how long can Earth last? They went much closer to Earth, not intending to commit themselves. For a day they circled the planet, avoiding radar detection, which for them was not difficult, testing, and sampling. Finally Ethaniel looked up from the monitor screen. Atmospheric analysis showed that as far away as we were." "What's worse is that I now find they also have missiles, range one thousand miles and upward. They either have or are near a primitive form of space travel." "Bad," said Ethaniel. There's so little time," Ethaniel said. I should go down and live among them, read books, talk to scholars, work with them, play." "You could do that and you'd really get to know them. We can't help them," said Ethaniel. "Sure, I knew it before we started," said Bal. "It's happened before. The southern plains were green, coursed with rivers; the oceans were blue; and much of the northern hemisphere was glistening white. Ragged clouds covered the pole, and a dirty pall spread over the mid-regions of the north. "I haven't thought of anything brilliant," said Ethaniel. It's their winter."
 Bal and Ethaniel think humans are very similar beings to themselves.
 Bal and Ethaniel think humans are very similar beings to themselves.  Bal and Ethaniel think humans are crude, rough, and desperate.  Bal and Ethaniel think humans are not very intelligent and superstitious.  Bal and Ethaniel are scared of the humans because humans seem to be trigger-happy.