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grip.
    “Hold off,” Dennis said. “It’s just frightened, that’s all. Give me a minute. I may be able to get it down myself.”
    Dennis backed over to a crate and sat down. He reached up tentatively to touch the alien again.
    To Dennis’s surprise the shuddering creature seemed to calm under his touch. He spoke softly as he stroked the thin, soft fur that covered its pink sin. Gradually its panicked gripeased. Finally he was able to lift the creature with both hands and bring it down to his lap.
    The men and women in the work gang cheered. Dennis smiled back with more confidence than he felt.
    It was just the sort of thing that could become a legend.
“… Yes, boy
. I
was there the day ol’ Director Nuel tamed a savage alien critter that had him by the eyeballs.…
”
    Dennis looked down at the thing he had “captured.” The creature looked back at him with an expression he was sure he had seen somewhere before. But where?
    Then he remembered. For his sixth birthday his parents had given him an illustrated book of Finnish fairy tales. He recalled many of the drawings to this day. And this creature had the sharp-toothed, green-eyed, devilish grin of a pixie.
    “A pixolet,” he announced softly as he petted the little creature. “A cross between piglet and pixie. Does the name suit?”
    It didn’t appear to understand the words. He doubted it was actually sentient. But something seemed to tell Dennis that it understood
him
. It grinned back with tiny, needle-sharp teeth.
    Brady approached with a gunny sack. “Quick, Nuel. While it’s passive, get it into this!”
    Dennis stared at the man. The suggestion wasn’t worthy of a reply. He arose with the pixolet in the crook of his left arm. The creature purred.
    “Come on, Brady,” he said, “let’s finish the tour so I can get my equipment list together. Then I’ve got some preparations to make.
    “You may thank our extraterrestrial friend here for making up my mind for me. I’ll go through the zievatron and visit his homeworld for you.”
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    The zievatron had become a one-way road. Anything shoved through the airlock would arrive on the anomaly world, asplanned. Robots could still be sent through, as had been done for almost a month. But nothing came back.
    Enough faint telemetry came back to show that the machine was still linked to the same anomaly world—the place the flying piglet creature had been taken from.
    But the zievatron was incapable of sending even a feather back to Earth.
    All machines fail sooner or later, Dennis realized. Undoubtedly the problem could be solved simply by replacing a burned-out module—maybe two minutes’ work. The rub was that it would have to be done in person. Somebody would have to go through the zievatron to do it by hand.
    Of course, a manned expedition had been planned anyway. These weren’t exactly the best circumstances for such a first visit, but somebody would have to do it, or the world they had found would be lost forever. Dennis had seen pictures taken by the exploring robots before the failure. They might search for a hundred years before stumbling onto another place so compatible with human life.
    Anyway, he had made up his mind.
    The equipment Dennis had asked for lay in stacks just outside the airlock door. The speed with which the list had been filled showed how anxious Dr. Flaster was to have results soon. Sending Brady after the supplies had also kept the fellow out of his hair while he triple-checked his calculations.
    He had insisted on a long list of survival supplies, not that he expected to need them on this first outing. Even replacing every module in the return mechanism shouldn’t take more than an hour, but he wasn’t taking any chances. There were even cases of vitamins in case he was stranded for a while, and the biology report had missed a decimal point in its compatibility rating of the anomaly world.
    “Okay, Nuel,” Brady said. He addressed Dennis from the left side. The pixolet