"Once again her husband started wiping the allergy from his specs, and bravelylooked at the boy. 'I guess you'd better take that ride in the flying saucer, son. It'll be for your own good in the long run.' Egbert's tail lashed with such violent sorrow that his skirts billowed like a ballerina's. 'But I don't want to leave you, Mom and Dad', he cried.' Mrs. Zen went to him and tenderly clasped him to her bosom, soothingly stroking the folds of his skirt over the turbulent tail, until it gradually subsided."
From "The Illegitamate Egg"
by Guennivere Hougan
1958.