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From: Kim Huett <rub@macquarie.matra.com.au> (by way of Mitchell Pockrandt <msp@netins.net>)
To: ddb@ddb.com
Subject: Botanist Report (attachment to Board Minutes)
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 23:21:54 -0500

TO: Minn-Stf Board

FROM: Kim Huett, Minn-Stf Botanist

REPORT PRESENTED TO BOARD 13/04/98

First of all, please let me tender my apologies for the recent temporal
anomaly. Believe me, if I had known stepping on that butterfly was going
to have such repercussions you can be sure I would have exercised much
greater care while in the cretaceous. It must have been a nasty shock to
Ray Bradbury to suddenly discover he never existed.
The Board however will be pleased to hear that he was for a good cause.
As you may recall my object in visiting such a distant era was to
acquire samples of the plant life then in existence. It is my hope that
with such primitive genetic material I might at last make some progress
in regards to my dream of creating mosquito-eating Triffids. I don't
think I have to tell you what a boon this would be to the members of
Minn-Stf during the summer.
Fortunately it didn't take me long to collect the samples I needed
because my labours were soon interrupted by a tall, slender man clad all
in leather who burst through the shrubbery.
'Have you seen Lagos?' he cried 'I seem to have misplaced it.' Coming to
a sudden halt he looked at me in amazement as recognition filled his
eyes.
'I'm sorry Jim, this is the cretaceous, not Nigeria.' I replied, rather
startled to meet Jim Young who I though still safely in London.
'Oh, that would explain the dinosaur chasing me then. I didn't think it
was standard African fauna.'
It was at this point that the object of our discussion made its presence
felt with an ear-splitting roar. We took this as our cue to leave the
area and proceeded to heel and toe it until we came to a deep, fast
stream with a dead tree very conveniently fallen across it. Feeling that
discretion was the better part of valour we raced across this and dove
behind a nearby rock. As we lay exhausted there came to our ears much
crashing and roaring, followed by a splash and then silence. Jim risked
a peek.
'Where did he go little Jim?' I enquired in my best Eccles voice.
"He fallen in da wata' came the inevitable reply.  Silently cursing
Spike Milligan I slowly recalibrated the return device.
It was only once I was back in my St. Paul lab that I noticed the
butterfly crushed against the sole of my shoe and realised who must not
have happened. If it pleases the board to grant me an extension in funds
I'm sure that with a little tinkering I could produce a suitable
replacement to release back in the cretaceous. I await to hear the
board's pleasure in this matter.

Kim Huett
Minn-Stf Botanist