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Finally, Jack put it away in the top drawer of the desk. He was
thinking about what to get for lunch when Little Fuzzy burst into the
living room, clutching his new weapon and yeeking excitedly.

"What's the matter, kid? You got troubles?" He rose and went to
the gunrack, picking down a rifle and checking the chamber. "Show
Pappy Jack what it is."

Little Fuzzy followed him to the big door for human-type people,
ready to bolt back inside if necessary. The trouble was a harpy - a
thing about the size and general design of a Terran Jurassic
pterodactyl, big enough to take a Little Fuzzy at one mouthful. It
must have made one swoop at him already, and was circling back
for another. It ran into a 6-min. rifle bullet, went into a backward
loop and dropped like a stone.

Little Fuzzy made a very surprised remark, looked at the dead
harpy for a moment and then spotted the ejected empty cartridge.
He grabbed itund held it up, asking if he could have it. When told
that he could, he ran back to the bedroom with it. When he
returned, Pappy Jack picked him up and carried him to the hangar
and up into the control cabin of the manipulator.

The throbbing of the contragravity-field generator and the sense of
rising worried him at first, but after they had picked up the harpy
with the grapples and risen to five hundred feet he began to enjoy
the ride. They dropped the harpy a couple of miles up what the
latest maps were designating as Holloway's Run, and then made a
wide cir­cle back over the mountains. Little Fuzzy thought it was
fun.

After lunch, Little Fuzzy had a nap on Pappy Jack's bed. Jack took
the manipulator up to the diggings, put off a couple more shots,
uncovered more flint and found another sunstone. It wasn't often
that he found stones on two successive days. When he returned to
the camp, Little Fuzzy was picking another land-prawn apart in front
of the living hut.

After dinner-Little Fuzzy liked cooked food, too, if it wasn't too hot-
they went into the living room. He remembered having seen a bolt
and nut in the desk drawer when he had been putting the wooden
prawn-killer away, and he got it out, showing it to Little Fuzzy. Little
Fuzzy studied it for a moment, then ran into the bed­room and
came back with his screw-top bottle. He took the top off, put it on
again and then screwed the nut off the bolt, holding it up.

"See, Pappy?' Or yeeks to that effect. "Nothing to it."

Then he unscrewed the bottle top, dropped the bolt inside after