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scolded, as he gently shoved the boy away. Din, at
thirteen, was no longer a child. He was no longer
pushed so easily.

Following at the orphan's heels was a fat ball of
fur not quite as big as the adolescent. The furcot cub
Muf tripped over its own stubby legs every third
step. The third time he tripped, he lay down in the
middle of the village and went to sleep, this being
an appropriate solution to the problem. Ruumahum
eyed the cub, mumbled disapprovingly. But he could
sympathize. He was quite ready for an extended nap
, himself.

Bom did not head directly for his home, but instead
walked across the village to another's.

"Brightly Go!"

Green eyes that matched the densest leaves peeked
out, followed by the face and form of a wood
nymph supple as a kitten. She walked over to take
both his hands in hers.

"It's good that you're back, Bom. Everyone wor-
ried. I... worried, much."

"Worried?" he responded jovially. "About a little
grazer?" He made a grandiose gesture in the direction
of the carcass. Beneath its great mass Ruumahum
fumed and had unkind thoughts about persons who
engaged in frivolous activities before considering the
comfort of their furcot

Brightly Go stared at the grazer and her eyes
grew big as ruby-in-kind blossoms. Then she frowned
with uncertainty. "But Bom, I can't possibly eat all
that!'

Bom's answering laughter was only slightly forced.
"You can have what you need of the meat, and your
parents, too. It's the pelt that's for you, of course."

Brightly Go was the most beautiful girl in the vil-
lage, but sometimes Bom found himself thinking unflat-
tering things about her other qualities. Then, he


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