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

be bad things for a Little Fuzzy. He worked the selector and got
another pickup, this time on the top of Company House in
Mallorysport, three time zones west, with the city spread out below
and the sunset blazing in the west. Little Fuzzy stared at it in
wonder. It was pretty impressive for a little fellow who'd spent all
his Me in the big woods.

So was the spaceport, and a lot of other things he saw, though a
view of the planet as a whole from Darius puzzled him
considerably. Then, in the middle of a symphony orchestra concert
from Mallorysport Opera House, he wriggled loose, dropped to the
floor and caught up his wood chisel, swinging it back over his
shoulder like a two-handed sword.

"What the devil? Oh-oh!"

A land-prawn, which must have gotten in while the door was open,
was crossing the living room. Little Fuzzy ran after and past it,
pivoted and brought the corner of the chisel edge down on the
prawn's neck, neatly beheading it. He looked at his victim for a
moment, then slid the chisel under it and flopped it over on its
back, slapping it twice'with the flat and cracking the undershell.
Then he began pulling the dead prawn apart, tearing out pieces of
meat and eating them delicately. After disposing of the larger
chunks, he used the chisel to chop ofr one of the prawn's
mandibles to use as a pick to get at the less accessible morsels.
When he had finished, he licked his fingers clean and started back
to the armchair.

"No." Jack pointed at the prawn shell. "Wastebasket."

"Yeek?"

astebasket."

Little Fuzzy gathered up the bits of shell, putting them where they
belonged. Then he came back and climbed up on Pappy Jack's
lap, and looked at things in the screen until he fell asleep.

Jack lifted him carefully and put him down on the warm chair seat
without wakening him, then went to the kitchen, poured himself a
drink and brought it in to the big table, where he lit his pipe and
began writing up his diary for the day. After a while, Little Fuzzy
woke, found that the lap he had gone to sleep on had vanished,
and yeeked disconsolately.

A folded blanket in one corner of the bedroom made a satisfactory
bed, once Little Fuzzy had assured himself that there were no
bugs 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