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

about equipment didn't last long in the wilderness. After he finished
eating and took the dishes to the sink, he went over and squatted
beside his new friend.

"Let Pappy Jack look at it, Little Fuzzy," he said. "Oh, I'm not going
to take it away from you. I just want to see it."

The edge was dulled and nicked; it had been used for a lot of
things wood chisels oughtn't to be used for. Digging, and prying,
and most likely, it had been used as a weapon. It was a handy-
sized, all- purpose tool for a Little Fuzzy. He laid it on the floor
where he had gotten it and started washing the dishes.

Little Fuzzy watched him with interest for a while, and then he
began investigating the kitchen. Some of the things he wanted to
investigate had to be taken away from him; at first that angered
him, but he soon learned that there were things he wasn't
supposed to have. Eventually, the dishes got washed.

There were more things to investigate in the living room. One of
them was the wastebasket. He found that it could be dumped, and
promptly dumped it, pulling out everything that hadn't fallen out. He
bit a corner off a sheet of paper, chewed on it and spat it out in
disgust. Then he found that crumpled paper could be flattened out
and so he flattened a few sheets, and then discovered that it could
also be folded. Then he got himself gleefully tangled in a snarl of
wornout recording tape. Finally he lost interest and started away.
Jack caught him and brought him back.

"No, Little Fuzzy," he said. "You do not dump wastebaskets and
then walk away from them. You put things back in." He touched the
container and said, slowly and distinctly, "Waste... basket." Then
he righted it, doing it as Little Fuzzy would have to, and picked up a
piece of paper, tossing it in from Little Fuzzy's shoulder height.
Then he handed Little Fuzzy a wad of paper and repeated,
"Waste... basket."

Little Fuzzy looked at him and said something that sounded as
though it might be: "What's the matter with you, Pappy; you crazy or
something?" After a couple more tries, however, he got it, and
began throwing things in. In a few minutes, he had everything back
in except a brightly colored plastic cartridge box and a wide-
mouthed bottle with a screw cap. He held these up and said,
"Yeek?"

"Yes, you can have them. Here; let Pappy Jack show you
something."

He showed Little Fuzzy how the box could be opened and shut.
Then, holding it where Little Fuzzy could watch, he unscrewed the