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The Gremlins Complete Text

A pilot called Gus, patrolling in his Hurricane at 18,000 feet over Dover, was chasing a Junkers 88 and squirting at it with his guns in short, sharp bursts. He could see a lot of little blue puffs trailing out astern; the German's rear gunner was returning his fire. He happened to glance to starboard, and there, standing on his wing, he saw a little man, scarcely more than six inches high, with a large round face and a little pair of horns growing out of his head. On his legs were a pair of shiny black suction boots, which made it possible for him to remain standing on the wing at 300 miles an hour.

And do you know what he was doing? He had a large drill, almost as big as himself, grapsed firmly in both hands, and he was busily boring holes in the Hurricane's wing.