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cap and then screwed it on again.

"There, now. You try it."

Little Fuzzy looked up inquiringly, then took the bottle, sitting down
and holding it between his knees. Unfortunately, he tried twisting it
the wrong way and only screwed the cap on tighter. He yeeked
plaintively.

"No, go ahead. You can do it."

Little Fuzzy looked at the bottle again. Then he tried twisting the
cap the other way, and it loosened. He gave a yeek that couldn't
possibly by anything but "Eureka!" and promptly took it off, holding
itup. After being commended, he examined both the bottle and the
cap, feeling the threads, and then screwed the cap back on again.

"You know, you're a smart Little Fuzzy." It took a few seconds to
realize just how smart. Little Fuzzy had wondered why you twisted
the cap one way to take it off and the other way to put it on, and he
had found out. For pure reasoning ability, that topped anything in
the way of animal intelligence he'd ever seen. "I'm going to tell Ben
Rainsford about you."

Going to the communication screen, he punched out the wave-
length combination of the naturalist's camp, seventy miles down
Snake River from the mouth of Cold Creek. Rainsford's screen
must have been on automatic; it lit as soon as he was through
punching. There was a card set up in front of it, lettered: AWAY ON
TRIP, BACK THE FIFTEENTH. RECORDER ON.

"Ben, Jack Holloway," he said. "I just ran into something
interesting." He explained briefly what it was. "I hope he stays
around till you get back. He's totally unlike anything I've ever seen
on this planet."

Little Fuzzy was disappointed when Jack turned ofi the screen; that
had been interesting. He picked him up and carried him over to the
armchair, taking him on his lap.

"Now," he said, reaching for the control panel of the viewscreen.

"Watch this; we're going to see something nice."

When he put on the screen, at random, he got a view, from close
up, of the great fires that were raging where the Company people
were burning off the dead forests on what used to be Big
Blackwater Swamp. Little Fuzzy cried out in alarm, flung his arms
around Pappy Jack's neck and buried his face in the bosom of his
shirt. Well, forest fires started from lightning sometimes, and they'd