T. S. Stribling,
The Web of the Sun (Adventure Magazine…
(1922)
“ As he drew near the entrance of the teocalla, he saw Gogoma standing in the archway. The entrance and façade were so huge the priest was diminished to a mere brown blob guarding the passage. “What is it, Prymoxl?” he called in the short-breathed voice of the exceedingly obese. “My niñas!” screamed the old crone. “Where are my ninas, Gogoma? What have you done with my niñas?”As Lassiter hurried toward the entrance to aid his future mother-in-law, Gogoma's brown spot swelled to a vast dripping body. “Your niñas are in the sun, Prymoxl——” “My niñas are dead! They are dead!” ”
