(Part 4)

Sheila quickly went and brought her handwritten notes,

then handed them to Nya, who was a very fast reader.

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"I am 'Woodji'... My species. You may call me by that name,

unless you suggest one that you like... Oh, 'Harold'? Alright..."

Nya, to Sheila: "Why 'Harold'?"

Sheila: "He is the uncle that inspired me to go into the Sciences. He was a biologist.

He and my aunt raised me, after my parents died, leaving me an orphan at age 3."

Nya then continued reading...

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"Yes, call me 'Harold'. It has a friendly sound to it. I like it. I shall be Harold now...

Well, to be brief, my species were the beloved 'Pets'... perhaps the best word?

My kind were the 'Pets' of a blue race of human-like beings. They were much

like you and your two friends... Explorers of the galaxy. They found me and

my sister and others... not too many... and soon accepted us in their ships.

One day, their mission here was completed. And then they left suddenly.

I was playing in a nearby warm water lake and happy waterfall. I had

my ears plugged tight with small flower buds, to keep ears dry. Sadly,

I soon found they had abandoned me. They must have called, with

a small... 'whistle' as you say in your culture? But I never heard

it. They took my sister and all other Woodji. The Woodji like to

explore too... And the forest had become much-much too small.

Besides, the tasty Lunga Berries, like Lora picks, are nearly gone.

I would gladly come with you and your friends, when you leave, go.

Also, a Woodji needs Love as much as food... But I must be invited."

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Nya put down Sheila's notes of what the Woodji ('Harold') said.

Then Nya looked more stern than usual, before speaking:

"Absolutely not... No way Jose... Just can't risk it. Who knows

what disease or odd fleas or such that thing may be carrying? No!"

(End of Part 4 - To Be Continued...)