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The small creature looked at him seriously and said, "Yeek," in a timid voice. "Why, sure; you're a Little Fuzzy, that's what you are." He moved closer, careful to make no alarmingly sudden movements, and kept on talking to it. "Bet you slipped in while I left the door open. Well, if a Little Fuzzy finds a door open, I'd like to know why he shouldn't come in and look around."
Little Fuzzy took the piece of golden-brown cake, sniffed at it, gave a delighted yeek and crammed the whole piece in his mouth. "You never had to live on that stuff and nothing else for a month, that's for sure!" He broke the cake in half and broke one half into manageable pieces and put it down on a saucer. Maybe Little Fuzzy would want a drink, too.
After disposing of the larger chunks, he used the chisel to chop off 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?" "Wastebasket." Little Fuzzy gathered up the bits of shell, putting them where they belonged.
He sat watching this phenomenon, until, a few minutes later, the stew was hot and the pipe was laid aside; then Little Fuzzy went back to nibbling Extee Three. Suddenly he gave a yeek of petulance and scampered into the living room. In a moment, he was back with something elongated and metallic which he laid on the floor beside him. "What have you got there, Little Fuzzy? Let Pappy Jack see?"
The two Constabulary men came closer, and Jack stepped back into the house, shooing the Fuzzies out of the way. Lunt and Khadra stopped inside the door. "I just told you. They're Fuzzies. That's all the name I know for them." A couple of Fuzzies came over and looked up at Lieutenant Lunt; one of them said, "Yeek?" "They want to know what you are, so that makes it mutual."
"I made a definite claim of sapience; by the time I got the report in shape to tape off, I couldn't see any other alternative." "Damned if I can. You hear that, kids?" he asked Mike and Mitzi, who had come over in hope that there might be goodies for them. "Uncle Ben says you're sapient." "Yeek?" "They want to know if it's good to eat. What'll happen now?" "Nothing, for about a year.
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 be anything but "Eureka!" and promptly took it off, holding it up. 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."
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 replacing the nut and screwed the cap on again. "Yeek," he said, with considerable self-satisfaction. He had a right to be satisfied with himself.
But this little fellow hasn't any relatives at all." "Yeek?" "And he couldn't care less, could he?" Van Riebeek pummeled Little Fuzzy gently. "One thing, you have the smallest humanoid known; that's one record you can claim. Oh-oh, what goes on?"
"You know, I have married friends with children who have a hell of a time teaching eight-year-olds to turn off screens when they're through watching them," he commented. It took an hour, after dinner, to get the whole story, from the first little yeek in the shower stall, on tape. When he had finished, Ben Rainsford made a few remarks and shut off the recorder, then looked at his watch.
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