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60393	Phillips, Rog	Game Preserve			.txt	text/plain	6379	510	90	never getting more than a few feet from It. Elf picked his blackberries with first one then another of the men. Elf clutched his little It closely and moved cautiously downstream few feet--farther than any of the men dared go from the big It. At first he felt secure, then panic overcame him and he ran back, from the little It. Excitement possessed Elf. He ran here and there, clutching It closely again find these creatures that were so like men and yet so different. knuckles were white from clutching It. The creatures were still carrying on their game of making sounds, but It was shaped exactly like the little It Elf was While Elf watched, breathless, the creature reached inside the skin of The way these creatures did things, Elf decided, was very similar to Suddenly Elf heard a new sound from the big It. It was not a voice	./cache/60393.txt	./txt/60393.txt