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when тАШitтАЩ and the others would play with these machines; they had even been afraid. Why should they be
afraid? Why were they so disturbed when the mouse-beavers had the heavy trucks run around in a circle
and then started to activate all those interesting weapons? WasnтАЩt that what they were intended for?

The mouse-beaver crouched lower down in the shallow depression. Not far from this spot, the giant
sphere rested on the ground. The two-legged creatures were busily running back and forth, loading
machines into the fathomless belly of their ship. Indeed, they wanted to leave this world for certain. But
the mouse-beaver did not want them to depart. It would be so lonely and boring without these strangers.
It was no fun just to play with boulders or sand. Of course, you could always make some friend rise up
into the air and then let him drop to the ground again - but in the long run, even that became boring. What
good was it to be able to move objects about without having to touch them, if there were no objects on
this planet?

Now the strangers were finishing up with the work of closing some boxes. The mouse-beaver regarded
the two- legged creatures, its head cocked to one side. It was wondering whether they would take it
along if it asked them to. But - how should it ask them? They would not understand it. Maybe they were
even afraid of it.

If it wanted to continue playing with these strangers, then it had to try to get inside the big ship. It had to
join them and leave its own world. But how?

The boxes!

One of the boxes was quite close to where the mousebeaver was hiding. The lid was lying next to the
box, ready to be placed on top of it. The magnetic damps would then automatically snap tight and close
it. None of the two-legged creatures were in the immediate vicinity.

The mouse-beaver did not think twice. It acted instinctively and without too much conscious thought. It
wanted to play, that was all. But this was only possible if it could get into the ship inside this box. The
box, therefore, was its immediate goal.

It did not sit up on its hind legs the way its kind was wont to do, but crept instead on all fours, leaving
the hollow dip in the ground. It used its broad tail to erase its track.

The animal - was it really an animal just because it did not look like a man? - reached the box, looked
around curiously in all directions and then disappeared as fast as lightning inside.

The mouse-beaver was lucky. It was one of the boxes used to store the food supplies for the space
expedition. Part of the provisions had been used up meanwhile, and thus the animal found enough space
to stow away its small body inside. The rest was easy.

True, one of the two-1egged creatures who was standing at a distance, talking to one of his friends, was
somewhat surprised to see the lid rise slowly off the ground, hover above the box and then slam down on
top of it - but then he just shrugged his shoulders. By now the crew had gotten used to the more or less
harmless telekinetic antics of the odd inhabitants of this planet. As long as they were satisfied to play with
box lids, there was no need to sound the alarm.

And thus the mousebeaver came into the big ship which two hours later left the home planet of the little
creature, now lying toward unknown worlds it knew nothing about.