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ed to his shoulder； and then it was sitting on his head。
〃You people want dinner？〃 he asked。
Little Fuzzy yeeked emphatically； that was a word he recognized。 He took them all into the kitchen and tried them on cold roast veldbeest and yummiyams and fried pool…ball fruit； while they were eating from a couple of big pans； he went back to the living room to examine the things they had brought with them。 Two of the prawn…killers were wood； like the one Little Fuzzy had discarded in the shed。 A third was of horn； beautifully polished； and the fourth looked as though it had been made from the shoulder bone of something like a zebralope。 Then there was a small coup de poing ax； rather low paleolithic； and a chipped implement of flint the shape of a slice of orange and about five inches along the straight edge。 For a hand the size of his own； he would have called it a scraper。 He puzzled over it for a while； noticed that the edge was serrated； and decided that it was a saw。 And there were three very good flake knives； and some shells； evidently drinking vessels。
Mamma Fuzzy came in while he was finishing the examination。 She seemed suspicious； until she saw that none of the family property had been taken or damaged。 Baby Fuzzy was clinging to her fur with one hand and holding a slice of pool…ball fruit； on which he was munching； with the other。 He crammed what was left of the fruit into his mouth； climbed up on Jack and sat down on his head again。 Have to do something to break him of that。 One of these days； he'd be getting too big for it。
In a few minutes； the rest of the family came in； chasing and pummeling each other and yeeking happily。 Mama jumped off his lap and joined the free…for…all； and then Baby took off from his head and landed on Mama's back。 And he thought he'd lost his Little Fuzzy； and； gosh； here he had five Fuzzies and a Baby Fuzzy。 When they were tired of romping； he made beds for them in the living room； and brought out Little Fuzzy's bedding and his treasures。 One Little Fuzzy in the bedroom was just fine； five and a Baby Fuzzy were a little too much of a good thing。
They were swarming over the bed； Baby and all； to waken him the next morning。
THE NEXT MORNING he made a steel chopper…digger for each of them； and half a dozen extras for replacements in case more Fuzzies showed up。 He also made a miniature ax with a hardwood handle； a handsaw out of a piece of broken power…saw blade and half a dozen little knives forged in one piece from quarter…inch coil…spring material。 He had less trouble trading the Fuzzies' own things away from them than he had expected。 They had a very keen property sense； but they knew a good deal when one was offered。 He put the wooden and horn and bone and stone artifacts away in the desk drawer。 Start of the Holloway Collection of Zarathustran Fuzzy Weapons and Implements。 Maybe he'd will it to the Federation Institute of Xeno…Sciences。
Of course； the family had to try out the new chopper…diggers on land…prawns； and he followed them around with the movie camera。 They killed a dozen and a half that morning； and there was very little interest in lunch； though they did sit around nibbling； just to be doing what he was doing。 As soon as they finished； they all went in for a nap on his bed。 He spent the afternoon pottering about camp doing odd jobs that he had been postponing for months。 The Fuzzies all emerged in the late afternoon for a romp in the grass outside。
He was in the kitchen； getting dinner； when they all came pelting in through the little door into the living room； making an excited outcry。 Little Fuzzy and one of the other males came into the kitchen。 Little Fuzzy squatted； put one hand on his lower jaw； with thumb and little finger extended； and the other on his forehead； first finger upright。 Then he thrust out his right arm stiffly and made a barking noise of a sort he had never made before。 He had to do it a second time before Jack got it。
There was a large and unpleasant carnivore； called a damnthing…another example of zoological nomenclature on uninhabited planets…which had a single horn on its forehead and one on either side of the lower jaw。 It was something for Fuzzies； and even for human…type people； to get excited about。 He laid down the paring knife and the yummiyam he had been peeling； wiped his hands and went into the living room； taking a quick nose count and satisfying himself that none of the family was missing as he crossed to the gunrack。
This time； instead of the 6…mm he had used on the harpy； he lifted down the big 12。7 double express； making sure that it was loaded and pocketing a few spare rounds。 Little Fuzzy followed him outside； pointing around the living hut to the left。 The rest of the family stayed indoors。
Stepping out about twenty feet； he started around counter…clockwise。 There was no damnthing on the north side； and he was about to go around to the east side when Little Fuzzy came dashing past him； pointing to the rear。 He whirled； to see the damnthing charging him from behind； head down； and middle horn lowered。 He should have thought of that； damnthings would double and hunt their hunters。
He lined the sights instinctively and squeezed。 The big rifle roared and banged his shoulder； and the bullet caught the damnthing and hurled all half…ton of it backward。 The second shot caught it just below one of the fungoid…looking ears； and the beast gave a spasmotic all…over twitch and was still。 He reloaded mechanically； but there was no need for a third shot。 The damnthing was as dead as he would have been except for Little Fuzzy's warning。
He mentioned that to Little Fuzzy； who was calmly retrieving the empty cartridges。 Then； rubbing his shoulder where the big rifle had pounded him； he went in and returned the weapon to the rack。 He used the manipulator to carry the damnthing away from the camp and drop it into a treetop； where it would furnish a wele； if puzzling； treat for the harpies。
THERE WAS ANOTHER alarm in the evening after dinner。 The family had e in from their sunset romp and were gathered in the living room； where Little Fuzzy was demonstrating the principle of things…that…screwed…onto…things with the wide…mouthed bottle and the bolt and nut； when something huge began hooting directly overhead。 They all froze； looking up at the ceiling； and then ran over and got under the gunrack。 This must be something far more serious than a damnthing； and what Pappy Jack would do about it would be nothing short of catastrophic。 They were startled to see Pappy Jack merely go to the door； open it and step outside。 After all； none of them had ever heard a Constabulary aircar klaxon before。
The car settled onto the grass in front of the camp； gave a slight lurch and went off contragravity。 Two men in uniform got out； and in the moonlight he recognized both of them： Lieutenant George Lunt and his driver； Ahmed Khadra。 He called a greeting to them。
〃Anything wrong？〃 he asked。
〃No； just thought we'd drop in and see how you were making out；〃 Lunt told him。 〃We don't get up this way often。 Haven't had any trouble lately； have you？〃
〃Not since the last time