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“It was almost enough. But a miss is as good as a mile, for a space ship. I was stuck, and there didn’t seem to be a thing I could do about it. Even if I could have carried more weight it wouldn’t have helped. Any more mass in the cargo compartment would have thrown the c.g. too far aft.” He beckoned for more rhial.

“So what did you do?” I prompted. “You did say that you carried the elephant, didn’t you?”

“Sure. Like I said, a Delta class freighter can do almost anything. Beulah gave me the answer herself. If you’ve ever lived with an elephant, one thing becomes clear mighty fast. They’re a mighty efficient machine for converting fodder into elephant droppings. So I made a bin on the opposite side of the compartment from Beulah, and let her gradually fill it while she ate me out of balance. The weight of the—what’s a nice word for it?—was just enough to let me keep the whole setup in dynamic balance.”

“Compost heap?” I suggested dreamily, picturing the arrangement in my mind. There was poetry in it. Or was it poetic justice that I had in mind?