was awaiting his next orders. “The materials normally used next are not available here.” He described kalas and tominyeto.

    The old gentleman was gradually feeling less disturbed about communicating with the tiny beings. The situation was real and their problems had to be dealt with. “Hmm. We have something that might do the same job as your . . . kalas,” he said. “It’s sticky on one side.” He turned to the boys. “Run and get the first-aid kit from the kitchen, in one of the lower cupboards by the sink.”

    “I know where,” said Nathan. He ran down the hall and up the stairs. He returned with the case kept for emergencies and handed it to his grandfather.

    He opened it and took...

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