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"Fun," Ruumahum protested.

"Not fun," Bom insisted, making use of a herba-
ceous stalk to return to his former level. A short
jump and he was back on the cubbleway. Grabbing
Ruumahum by one of his long floppy ears, he pulled
and shook by way of making his point.

The furcot was as long as the grazer, though not
quite as massive. He was also incredibly powerful,
quick, and intelligent. A furcot pack would be the
scourge of the canopy world were it not for the fact
that they were lazy beyond imagining and spent most,
of their lives engaged in fulfilling a single passion-
sleep.

"Not fun," Bom finished, with a last admonishing

yank. Ruumahum nodded, walked around-the hunter,
and sniffed down at the grazer below.
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"Too old not," he rumbled. "Good eating . . 9
much good eating."

"If we can get it back Home," Bom agreed. "Can

you manage?"

"Can manage," the furcot replied, without a mo-
ment's hesitation.

Bom bent over the edge, studied the corpse. "It
struck a pretty solid branch, but it could easily slip
off. Do you want to pick it up, or circle beneath
and catch it when I shove it free?"

"Circle, catch."

Bom nodded. Ruumahum started downward, mak-
ing a wide circle to take him below the grazer. Once