Classicly

David Fry's home was a Spanish-style ranch which consisted of a herd of cattle and horses. The Martians looked like us except they had no necks and no finger or toe nails. Their leader was a giant of a Martian with the name, Dooma. They wore slacks and sport jackets which Fry had bought for them. They seemed pleasant enough. I got some sleep and woke that afternoon. Dooma, Fry, and myself sat in the front room and talked over the story we were to do.