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Grego's eyes snapped open and he got to his feet to answer it, casting a
glance toward where three Fuzzies were laying out an intricate pattern of
colored tiles and plastic rods.

As he suspected, the caller was Colonial Governor Ben Rainsford. Ben had left
off his own two Fuzzies, Flora and Fauna, to spend the afternoon with Grego's
Diamond. Diamond was very happy with Pappy Vic, but he did get lonesome for
the company of other Fuzzies. Have to do something about that one of these
days.

"Of course, Governor," Grego was saying to the image in the screen-a rumpled
little man with bristling red whiskers who still wore bush clothes, even
though he was the chief executive of a planetary government. "1730 will be
quite convenient. Perhaps you 'd care to join me in a cocktail if you can
spare the time."

"I'd be delighted," Ben Rainsford said. "In fact there's something I think we
should chat about, and this will be a good opportunity to talk."

Grego bid Rainsford good-day and switched off the screen. He chuckled to
himself as he returned to the terrace. How times change, he thought. When
Fuzzy business started, Rainsford wanted nothing so much as to nail my skin to
the fence and use it for target practice.
He stopped on the terrace, stretched and yawned, then looked down the wide
valley below Mallorysport. Clouds were rolling up from the horizon. It looked
like rain.

Just as the first large drops of rain splatted down onto the terrace, the
doorway chimed and Grego admitted Ben Rainsford. The two men exchanged
greetings and some small talk. Then Grego turned toward the terrace and
motioned for Rainsford to follow him. "Before the rain really gets going, I
want you to take a look at what the kids have been doing," he said.

As they stepped out into the afternoon light, which was now dimmed by the
overcast, a fork of lightning split the sky, followed by the roll of thunder
marching up the valley.

The Fuzzies looked up at the sky, decided it was really going to rain, and
trotted toward the open terrace doors.

"Come on, Pappy Vic. Do-bizzo," Diamond said, "Bizzo; fazzu. Get fur all wet."

"Hokay, Diamond," Grego said. "So jash-ah; jos Flora and Fauna. I'll just show
Unka Ben this pretty thing."

Rainsford stooped to get a better look at the design, which the three Fuzzies
had created, paying no attention to the big raindrops which were making dark
spots on his khaki jacket.

"Well?" he said to Grego. He spread his hands, then put them back on his