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"Bad?"

"He said he'd come back hi the morning with an eight-.man crew.Something about jacking up a corner
of the house."

The Toddler toddled in with a bottle of bleach, made for the briefcase, and emptied the bleach into it
before the exhausted man or woman could comprehend what was going on, let alone do anything about
it.

George incredulously spread the pages of the court-martial scene on the gouged and batteredcoffue
table. His eyes bulged as he watched the thousands of typed words vanishing before his eyes, turning
pale and then white as the paper.

Blount kept no carbons. Keeping cartons called for a minimal quantity of prudence and brains, but
Blount was

anauthor and so he kept no carbons. The court-martial scene, the product of six months' screaming, was
gone.

The Toddler laughed gleefully.

George clenched his fists, closed his eyes and tried to ignore the roaring in his ears.

The Toddler began a whining chant: '

"Da-dy'san aw-thor!

Da-dy'san aw-thor!",

"That did it!"George shrieked. He stalked to the door and flung it open.

"Where are you going?" Mrs.McCardle quavered.

"To the first doctor's office I find," said her husband in sudden icy calm. "There I will request a shot of
D-Bal. When I have had a D-Bal shot, a breeding permit will be of no use whatever to us. Since a
breeding permit will be useless, we need not qualify for one by being tortured for another eleven weeks
by that obscene little monster, which we shall return to P.Q.P. in the morning. And unless it behaves, it
will be returned in a basket, for them to reassemble at their leisure."

"I'm so glad," his wife signed. >

The Toddler said: "May I congratulate youoq your decision. By voluntarily surrendering your right to
breed, you are patriotically reducing the population pressure, a problem of great concern to His Majesty.
We of the P.Q.P. wish to point out that your "decision has been arrived at not through coercion but
through education; i.e., by presenting you in the form of a Toddler with some of the arguments against
parenthood."

"I didn't know you could talk that well," marveled Mrs.McCardle .

The Toddler said modestly: "I've been with the P.Q.P. from the very beginning, ma'am; I'm a veteran