Evening Mood painting

"Listen, friend," Luke said, watching this bizarre scavenger, "we didn't mean toland here. And if I could get my fighter out of this puddle I would, but I can't.So—" "Can't get your ship out? Have you tried? Have you tried?" the creaturegoaded. Luke had to admit to himself that he had not, but then the whole idea waspatently ludicrous. He didn't have the proper equipment to— Something in Luke's case had attracted the creature's interest. Luke finallyreached the end of his patience when he saw the crazy little being snatch somethingout of the supply case. Knowing that survival depended on those supplies, hegrabbed for the case. But the creature held on to his prize—a miniature power lampthat he gripped tightly in his blue-skinned hand. The little light came alive in thecreature's hand, throwing its radiance up into his delighted face, and he immediatelybegan to examine his treasure. "Give me that!" Luke cried. The creature retreated from the approaching youth like a petulant child. "Mine!Mine! Or I'll help you not."