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gs in it。 He brought in his bottle and his plastic box and put them on the floor beside it。 Then he ran to the front door in the living room and yeeked to be let out。 Going about twenty feet from the house； he used the chisel to dig a small hole； and after it had served its purpose he filled it in carefully and came running back。
Well； maybe Fuzzies were naturally gregarious； and were homemakers…den…holes； or nests； or something like that。 Nobody wants messes made in the house； and when the young ones did it； their parents would bang them around to teach them better manners。 This was Little Fuzzy's home now； he knew how he ought to behave in it。
THE NEXT MORNING at daylight； he was up on the bed； trying to dig Pappy Jack out from under the blankets。 Besides being a most efficient land…prawn eradicator； he made a first…rate alarm clock。 But best of all； he was Pappy Jack's Little Fuzzy。 He wanted out； this time Jack took his movie camera and got the whole operation on film。 One thing； there'd have to be a little door； with a spring to hold it shut； that Little Fuzzy could operate himself。 That was designed during breakfast。 It only took a couple of hours to make and install it； Little Fuzzy got the whole idea as soon as he saw it； and figured out how to work it for himself。
Jack went back to the workshop； built a fire on the hand forge and forged a pointed and rather broad blade； four inches long； on the end of a foot of quarter…inch round tool…steel。 It was too point…heavy when finished； so he welded a knob on the other end to balance it。 Little Fuzzy knew what that was for right away； running outside； he dug a couple of practice holes with it； and then began casting about in the grass for land…prawns。
Jack followed him with the camera and got movies of a couple of prawn killings； acplished with smooth； by…the…numbers precision。 Little Fuzzy hadn't learned that chop…slap…slap routine in the week since he had found the wood chisel。
Going into the shed； he hunted for something without more than a general idea of what it would look like； and found it where Little Fuzzy had discarded it when he found the chisel。 It was a stock of hardwood a foot long； rubbed down and polished smooth； apparently with sandstone。 There was a paddle at one end； with enough of an edge to behead a prawn； and the other end had been worked into a point。 He took it into the living hut and sat down at the desk to examine it with a magnifying glass。 Bits of soil embedded in the sharp end…that had been used as a pick。 The paddle end had been used as a shovel； beheader and shell…cracker。 Little Fuzzy had known exactly what he wanted when he'd started making that thing； he'd kept on until it was as perfect as possible； and he had stopped short of spoiling it by over refinement。
Finally； Jack put it away in the top drawer of the desk。 He was thinking about what to get for lunch when Little Fuzzy burst into the living room； clutching his new weapon and yeeking excitedly。
〃What's the matter； kid？ You got troubles？〃 He rose and went to the gunrack； picking down a rifle and checking the chamber。 〃Show Pappy Jack what it is。〃
Little Fuzzy followed him to the big door for human…type people； ready to bolt back inside if necessary。 The trouble was a harpy…a thing about the size and general design of a Terran Jurassic pterodactyl； big enough to take a Little Fuzzy at one mouthful。 It must have made one swoop at him already； and was circling back for another。 It ran into a 6…mm rifle bullet； went into a backward loop and dropped like a stone。
Little Fuzzy made a very surprised remark； looked at the dead harpy for a moment and then spotted the ejected empty cartridge。 He grabbed it and held it up； asking if he could have it。 When told that he could； he ran back to the bedroom with it。 When he returned； Pappy Jack picked him up and carried him to the hangar and up into the control cabin of the manipulator。
The throbbing of the contragravity…field generator and the sense of rising worried him at first； but after they had picked up the harpy with the grapples and risen to five hundred feet he began to enjoy the ride。 They dropped the harpy a couple of miles up what the latest maps were designating as Holloway's Run； and then made a wide circle back over the mountains。 Little Fuzzy thought it was fun。
After lunch； Little Fuzzy had a nap on Pappy Jack's bed。 Jack took the manipulator up to the diggings； put off a couple more shots； uncovered more flint and found another sunstone。 It wasn't often that he found stones on two successive days。 When he returned to the camp； Little Fuzzy was picking another land…prawn apart in front of the living hut。
After dinner…Little Fuzzy liked cooked food； too； if it wasn't too hot…they went into the living room。 He remembered having seen a bolt and nut in the desk drawer when he had been putting the wooden prawn…killer away； and he got it out； showing it to Little Fuzzy。 Little Fuzzy studied it for a moment； then ran into the bedroom and came back with his screw…top bottle。 He took the top off； put it on again and then screwed the nut off the bolt； holding it up。
〃See； Pappy？〃 Or yeeks to that effect。 〃Nothing to it。〃
Then he unscrewed the bottle top； dropped the bolt inside after replacing the nut and screwed the cap on again。
〃Yeek；〃 he said； with considerable self…satisfaction。
He had a right to be satisfied with himself。 What he'd been doing had been generalizing。 Bottle tops and nuts belonged to the general class of things…that…screwed…onto…things。 To take them off； you turned left； to put them on again； you turned right； after making sure that the threads engaged。 And since he could conceive of right… and left…handedness； that might mean that he could think of properties apart from objects； and that was forming abstract ideas。 Maybe that was going a little far； but。。。
〃You know； Pappy Jack's got himself a mighty smart Little Fuzzy。 Are you a grown…up Little Fuzzy； or are you just a baby Little Fuzzy？ Shucks； I'll bet you're Professor Doctor Fuzzy。〃
He wondered what to give the professor； if that was what he was； to work on next； and he doubted the wisdom of teaching him too much about taking things apart； just at present。 Sometime he might e home and find something important taken apart； or； worse； taken apart and put together incorrectly。 Finally； he went to a closet； rummaging in it until he found a tin cannister。 By the time he returned； Little Fuzzy had gotten up on a chair； found his pipe in the ashtray and was puffing on it and coughing。
〃Hey； I don't think that's good for you！〃
He recovered the pipe； wiped the stem on his shirtsleeve and put it in his mouth； then placed the cannister on the floor； and put Little Fuzzy on the floor beside it。 There were about ten pounds of stones in it。 When he had first settled here； he had made a collection of the local minerals； and； after learning what he'd wanted to； he had thrown them out； all except twenty or thirty of the prettiest specimens。 He was glad； now； that he had kept these。
Little Fuzzy looked the can over； decided that the lid was a member of the class of