"Piper, H Beam - Fuzzy 1 - little Fuzzy1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piper H Beam)

"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 W 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 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 combined 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 look for it. That had worried him; people who got absent-minded