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It
occurred
to
him
that
,
while
of
course
what
humans
chose
to
do
to
one
another
was
all
one
to
him
,
there
were
certain
activities
that
should
be
curtailed
in
case
the
perpetrators
got
over
-
confident
and
started
doing
things
like
that
to
books
,
too
.
The
Librarian
stared
at
his
badge
again
,
and
gave
it
a
gentle
nibble
in
the
optimistic
hope
that
it
had
become
edible
.
No
doubt
about
it
,
he
had
a
Duty
to
the
captain
.
The
captain
had
always
been
kind
to
him
.
And
the
captain
had
a
badge
,
too
.
Yes
.
There
were
times
when
an
ape
had
to
do
what
a
man
had
to
do
.
.
.
The
orangutan
threw
a
complex
salute
and
swung
away
into
the
darkness
.
The
sun
rose
higher
,
rolling
through
the
mists
and
stale
smoke
like
a
lost
balloon
.
The
rank
sat
in
the
shade
of
a
chimney
stack
,
waiting
and
killing
time
in
their
various
ways
.
Nobby
was
thoughtfully
probing
the
contents
of
a
nostril
,
Carrot
was
writing
a
letter
home
,
and
Sergeant
Colon
was
worrying
.
After
a
while
he
shifted
his
weight
uneasily
and
said
,
"
I
’
ve
fought
of
a
problem
,
"
"
Wassat
,
Sarge
?
"
said
Carrot
.
