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〃If you don't like the facts； you ignore them； and if you need facts； dream up some you do like；〃 she said。 〃That's typical rejection of reality。 Not psychotic； not even psychoneurotic。 But certainly not sane。〃 She had finished her first drink and was sipping slowly at her second。 〃You know； this is interesting。 Does he have some theory that would disqualify yours？〃
〃Not that I know of。 I got the impression that he just didn't want the subject of rainfall on Beta discussed at all。〃
〃That is odd。 Has anything else peculiar been happening over on Beta lately？〃
〃No。 Not that I know of；〃 he repeated。 〃Of course； that swamp…drainage project over there was what caused the dry weather； last year and this year； but I don't see。。。 〃 His own glass was empty； and when he tilted the jug over it； a few drops trickled out。 He looked at his watch。 〃Think we could have another cocktail before dinner？〃 he asked。
CHAPTER TWO
JACK HOLLOWAY LANDED the manipulator in front of the cluster of prefab huts。 For a moment he sat still； realizing that he was tired； and then he climbed down from the control cabin and crossed the open grass to the door of the main living hut； opening it and reaching in to turn on the lights。 Then he hesitated； looking up at Darius。
There was a wide ring around it； and he remembered noticing the wisps of cirrus clouds gathering overhead through the afternoon。 Maybe it would rain tonight。 This dry weather couldn't last forever。 He'd been letting the manipulator stand out overnight lately。 He decided to put it in the hangar。 He went and opened the door of the vehicle shed； got back onto the machine and floated it inside。 When he came back to the living hut； he saw that he had left the door wide open。
〃Damn fool！〃 he rebuked himself。 〃Place could be crawling with prawns by now。〃
He looked quickly around the living room…under the big bination desk and library table； under the gunrack； under the chairs； back of the munication screen and the viewscreen； beyond the metal cabinet of the microfilm library…and saw nothing。 Then he hung up his hat； took off his pistol and laid it on the table； and went back to the bathroom to wash his hands。
As soon as he put on the light； something inside the shower stall said； 〃Yeeeek！〃 in a startled voice。
He turned quickly； to see two wide eyes staring up at him out of a ball of golden fur。 Whatever it was； it had a round head and big ears and a vaguely humanoid face with a little snub nose。 It was sitting on its haunches； and in that position it was about a foot high。 It had two tiny hands with opposing thumbs。 He squatted to have a better look at it。
〃Hello there； little fellow；〃 he greeted it。 〃I never saw anything like you before。 What are you anyhow？〃
The small creature looked at him seriously and said； 〃Yeek；〃 in a timid voice。
〃Why； sure； you're a Little Fuzzy； that's what you are。〃
He moved closer； careful to make no alarmingly sudden movements； and kept on talking to it。
〃Bet you slipped in while I left the door open。 Well； if a Little Fuzzy finds a door open； I'd like to know why he shouldn't e in and look around。〃
He touched it gently。 It started to draw back； then reached out a little hand and felt the material of his shirtsleeve。 He stroked it； and told it that it had the softest； silkiest fur ever。 Then he took it on his lap。 It yeeked in pleasure； and stretched an arm up around his neck。
〃Why； sure； we're going to be good friends； aren't we？ Would you like something to eat？ Well； suppose you and I go see what we can find。〃
He put one hand under it； to support it like a baby…at least； he seemed to recall having seen babies supported in that way； babies were things he didn't fool with if he could help it…and straightened。 It weighed between fifteen and twenty pounds。 At first； it struggled in panic； and then quieted and seemed to enjoy being carried。 In the living room he sat down in his favorite armchair； under a standing lamp； and examined his new acquaintance。
It was a mammal…there was a fairly large mammalian class on Zarathustra； but beyond that he was stumped。 It wasn't a primate； in the Terran sense。 It wasn't like anything Terran； or anything else on Zarathustra。 Being a biped put it in a class by itself for this planet。 It was just a Little Fuzzy； and that was the best he could do。
That sort of nomenclature was the best anybody could do on a Class…III planet。 On a Class IV planet； say Loki； or Shesha； or Thor； naming animals was a cinch。 You pointed to something and asked a native； and he'd gargle a mouthful of syllables at you； which might only mean； 〃Whaddaya wanna know for？〃 and you took it down in phonetic alphabet and the whatzit had a name。 But on Zarathustra there were no natives to ask。 So this was a Little Fuzzy。
〃What would you like to eat； Little Fuzzy？〃 he asked。 〃Open your mouth； and let Pappy Jack see what you have to chew with。〃
Little Fuzzy's dental equipment； allowing for the fact that his jaw was rounder； was very much like his own。
〃You're probably omnivorous。 How would you like some nice Terran Federation Space Forces Emergency Ration； Extraterrestrial； Type Three？〃 he asked。
Little Fuzzy made what sounded like an expression of willingness to try it。 It would be safe enough； Extee…Three had been fed to a number of Zarathustran mammals without ill effects。 He carried Little Fuzzy out into the kitchen and put him on the floor； then got out a tin of the field ration and opened it； breaking off a small piece and handing it down。 Little Fuzzy took the piece of golden…brown cake； sniffed at it； gave it a delighted yeek and crammed the whole piece in his mouth。
〃You never had to live on that stuff and nothing else for a month； that's for sure！〃
He broke the cake in half and broke one half into manageable pieces and put it down on a saucer。 Maybe Little Fuzzy would want a drink； too。 He started to fill a pan with water； as he would for a dog； then looked at his visitor sitting on his haunches eating with both hands and changed his mind。 He rinsed a plastic cup cap from an empty whisky bottle and put it down beside a deep bowl of water。 Little Fuzzy was thirsty； and he didn't have to be shown what the cup was for。
It was too late to get himself anything elaborate； he found some leftovers in the refrigerator and bined them into a stew。 While it was heating； he sat down at the kitchen table and lit his pipe。 The spurt of flame from the lighter opened Little Fuzzy's eyes； but what really awed him was Pappy Jack blowing smoke。 He sat watching this phenomenon； until； a few minutes later； the stew was hot and the pipe was laid aside； then Little Fuzzy went back to nibbling Extee Three。
Suddenly he gave a yeek of petulance and scampered into the living room。 In a moment； he was back with something elongated and metallic which he laid on the floor beside him。
〃What have you got there； Little Fuzzy？ Let Pappy Jack see？〃
Then he recognized it as his own one…inch wood chisel。 He remembered leaving it in the outside shed after doing some work about a week ago； and not being able to find it when he had gone to