August 17, 2025 • 16 mins
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Teething ring by James Causey. Any one can make in error,
but the eye or the society the more disastrous the mistake.
Half an hour before, while she had been engrossed in
(00:21):
the Currant soap opera and Harry Junior was screaming in
his crib, Melinda would naturally have slammed the front door
in the little man's face. However, when the bell rang,
she was wearing her new Chinese red house coat, had
just lustered her nails to a blinding scarlet, and Harry
Junior was sleeping like an angel, yawning. Melinda answered the door,
(00:44):
and the little man said, beaming, excellent day, I have
geegaws for information. Melinda did not quite recoil. He was
perhaps five feet tall, with a gleaming, hairless scalp and
a young old face. He wore a plain gray tunic
and a peddler's tray hung from his thin shoulders. Don't
(01:06):
want any, Melinda stated flatly. Please. He had great, beseeching
amber eyes. They all say that I haven't much time.
I must be back at the university by noon. You're
working your way through college, he brightened. Yes, I suppose
you could call it that alien anthropology major. Melinda softened
(01:32):
the initiations. Those frats pulled nowadays, shaving the poor guy's
head eating goldfish. It was criminal, well, she asked, grudgingly.
What's in the tray flanglers, said the little man eagerly.
A silloscope's portable force field generator's a normal distorder. Melinda's
(01:52):
face was blank. The little man frowned, You use them,
of course, this is a Class four culture. Melinda essayed
a weak shrug, and the little man's sighed with relief.
His eyes fled past her to the blank screen of
the TV scient ah a monitor. He smiled. For a moment,
(02:14):
I was afraid. May I come in? Melinda shrugged, opened
the door. This might be interesting, like a vacuum cleaner
salesman who had cleaned her drapes last week for free,
and Kitty Kyle Battle's Life wouldn't be on for almost
an hour. My name is Portius, said the little man
(02:34):
with an eager smile. I'm doing a thematic on Class
four cultures. He whipped out a stylus began jotting down notes.
The TV set fascinated him. It's turned off right now,
Melinda said. Portius's eyes widened impossibly. You mean, he whispered
(02:55):
in horror, that you're exercising class five privileges. This is
terribly confusing. I get doors slammed in my face when
class fours are supposed to have a splendid Gregarian quotient.
You do have atomic power, don't you? Oh? Sure, said
Melinda uncomfortably. This wasn't going to be much fun space travel.
(03:19):
The little face was intent and sharp. Well, Melinda yawned,
looking at the blank screen. They've got space patrol, space
cadet tales of tomorrow. Excellent rocket ships are force fields?
Melinda blinked. Does your husband own one? Melinda shook her
(03:40):
blonde head helplessly. What are your economic circumstances? Melinda took
a deep, rasping breath, said, listen, mister, is this a
demonstration or a quiz program? Oh? My excuse demonstration. Certainly
you will not mind the questions questions. There was an
(04:01):
ominous glint in Melinda's blue eyes. Your delightful primitive customs
art forms, personal habits. Look, Melinda said, crimsoning, this is
a respectable neighborhood, and I'm not answering any Kinsey report.
Understand the little man nodded, scribbling, personal habits are taboo.
(04:23):
I so regret the demonstration. He waved grandly at the
tray anti grabs sandals a portable solar converter, apologizing for
this miserable selection. But on capella, they told me. He
followed Melinda's entranced gaze, selected a tiny green vial. This
is merely a regenerative solution. You appear to have no
(04:47):
cuts or bruises. Oh, Melinda said, nastily. Cures wartz, cancer,
grows hair. I suppose Portius brightened. Of course, I see
you can scan. Amazing. He scribbled further with his stylus,
glanced up, blinked at the obvious scorn on Melinda's face.
(05:07):
Here try it, you try it now, watch him squirm.
Portius hesitated. Would you like me to grow an extra
finger pair, grow some hair? Melinda tried not to smile.
The little man unstopped the vial, poured a shimmering green
drop on his wrist. Frowning. Must concentrate, he said, thorium
(05:31):
base suspended solution really jolts the endocrines complete control. See
Melinda's jaw dropped. She stared at the tiny tuft of hair,
which had sprouted on that bare wrist. She was thinking abruptly,
unhappily about that shinnon she had bought yesterday. They had
let her buy that for eight dollars, when with this
stuff she could have a natural one, how much, she inquired, cautiously,
(05:57):
Only half an hour of your time, said Portius. Melinda
grasped the vial firmly, settling down on the sofa with
one leg tugged carefully under her Okay, shoot, but nothing personal.
Portius was delighted. He asked a multitude of questions, most
of them pointless, some naive, and Melinda dug into her
(06:20):
infinitesimal fund of knowledge and gave the little man scribbled furiously,
clucking like a gravit. Hen you mean, he asked, in amazement,
that you live in these primitive huts of your own folition.
It's a GI housing project, Melinda said, ashamed, astonishing, He
(06:40):
wrote feudal anachronisms and atomic power side by side, class fours,
periodically rough it in back to nature movements. Harry Junior
chose that moment to begin screaming for his lunch. Portius
sat trembling. Is that a security alarm? Son, said Melinda,
(07:01):
despondently and went into the nursery. Portius followed and watched
the undulating child with some trepidation. Newborn eighteen months, said Melinda,
stiffly changing diapers, he's cutting teeth. Portius shuddered, What a pity.
Obviously atavistic. Wouldn't the crash accept him? You? You shouldn't
(07:24):
have to keep him here. I keep after Harry to
get a maid, but he says we can't afford one.
Manifestly insecure, muttered the little man, studying Harry Junior. Definite
paranoid tendencies. He was two weeks premature, volunteered Melinda. He's
real sensitive. I know just the thing, Portius said, happily.
(07:49):
Here he dipped into the glittering litter on the tray
and handed Harry Junior a translucent prism, a neural distorder.
We use it to train regressives on rigel too. It
might be of assistance. Melinda eyed the thing doubtfully. Harry
Junior was peering into the shifting crystal depths with a
somewhat strained expression. Speeds up the nordal flow, explained the
(08:13):
little Man proudly helps tap the unused eighty percent the
pre symptomatic memory is unaffected due to automatic cerebral lapse
in case of overload. I'm afraid it won't do much
more than cube his present IQ, and an intelligent idiot
is still an idiot. But how dare you? Melinda's eyes flashed.
(08:35):
My son is not an idiot. You get out of
here this minute and take your things with you. As
she reached for the prism, Harry Junior squawled. Melinda relented here,
she said, angrily, fumbling with her purse. How much are
they medium of exchange? Portius rubbed his bald skull. I
(08:57):
really shouldn't, but it'll make such a wonderful dent him
to the chapter on malignant primitives. What is your smallest
denomination is a dollar? Okay? Melinda was hopeful. Porteus was
pleased with the picture of George Washington. He turned the
bill over and over in his fingers. At last, bowed
low and formally apologized for any taboo violations, and left
(09:20):
via the front door. Crazy fraternities muttered. Melinda, turning on
the TV, said Kitty Kyle was dull that morning. At length,
Melinda used some of the liquid in the green vial
on her eyelashes. Was quite pleased at the results and
hid the rest in the medicine cabinet. Harry Junior was
(09:41):
a model of docility the rest of that day, while
Melinda watched TV and munched chocolates, did and redid her hair.
Harry Junior played quietly with the crystal prism. Toward late afternoon,
he crawled over to the bookcase, wrestled down the encyclopedia,
and pawed through it, gurgling with the line he definitely,
(10:02):
Melinda decided, would make a fine lawyer some day, not
a useless putterer like Big Harry, who worked all hours
overtime in that damned lab. She scowled as Harry Junior,
bored with the encyclopedia, began reaching for one of Big
Harry's tomes on nuclear physics. One putterer in the family
was enough, But when she tried to take the book
(10:23):
away from him, Harry Junior howled so violently that she
let well enough alone. At six thirty, Big Harry called
from the lab with the usual despondent message that he
would not be home for supper. Melinda said a few
resigned things about cheerless dinners eaten alone, hinted darkly what
lonesome wives sometimes did for company. And Harry said he
(10:47):
was very sorry, but this might be it, and Melinda
hung up on him in a temper. Precisely fifteen minutes later,
the door bell rang. Melinda opened the front door and gaped.
This little man could have been Portius's double except for
the black, metallic tunic and glacial gray eyes, Missus Melinda Adams.
(11:08):
Even the voice was frigid. Yes, why Major Nord, Galactic Security.
The little man bowed? You were visited early this morning
by one Portius. He spoke the name with a certain disgust.
He left a neural distorter here correct. Melinda's nod was tremulous.
(11:29):
Major Nord came quietly into the living room, shut the
door behind him. My apologies, madam, for the intrusion. Portius
mistook your world for a Class four culture instead of
a Class seven. Here he handed her the crumpled dollar bill.
You may check the serial number the distort, please, Melinda
shrunk limply onto the sofa. I I don't understand, she said, painfully.
(11:54):
Was he a thief? He was careless about his spatial coordinates.
Major Nord's teeth showed in the faintest of smiles. He
has been corrected. Where is it now? Look, said Melinda
with some asperity. That thing's kept Harry Junior quiet all day.
I bought it in good faith, and it's not my fault.
(12:15):
Say have you got a warrant? Madam? Said the Major
with dignity. I dislike violating local taboos, but must I
explain the impact of anural distorder on a backward or culture.
What if your Neanderthal had been given atomic blasters? Where
would you have been to day swinging through trees? No doubt?
(12:35):
What if your hitler had force fields? He exhaled? Where
is your son in the nursery? Harry Junior was contentedly
playing with his blocks. The prism lay glinting in the corner.
Major Nord picked it up carefully scrutinized Harry Junior. His
voice was very soft, you said, he was playing with it.
(12:57):
Some vestigial maternal instinct prompted Linda to shake her head vigorously.
The little man stared hard at Harry Junior, who began
whimpering trembling. Melinda scooped up, Harry Junior, is that all
you have to do? Run around frightening women? And children.
Take your old distorter and get out. Leave decent people alone.
(13:19):
Major Nord frowned, If only he could be sure, He
peered stonily at Harry Junior murmured, definite ego mania. It
doesn't seem to have affected him, strange. Do you want
me to scream? Melinda demanded. Major Nord sighed. He bowed
to Melinda, went out, closed the door, touched a tiny
(13:41):
stud on his tunic, and vanished the manners of some people,
Melinda said to Harry Junior. She was relieved that the
Major had not asked for the green vial. Harry Junior
also looked relieved, although for quite a different reason. Big
Harry arrived home little after eleven. There were small worry
(14:03):
creases about his mouth and forehead, and the leaden cast
of defeat in his eyes. He went into the bedroom
and Melinda sleepily told him about the little man working
his way through college by peddling silly goods, and about
that rude cop named Nord. And Harry said that was
simply astonishing, And Melinda said, Harry, you had a drink.
(14:26):
I had two drinks. Harry told her owlishly, you married
a failure, dear, part of the experimental model vaporized. Whoosh,
just like that on paper. It looked so good. Melinda
had heard it all before. She asked him to see
if Harry Junior was covered, and Big Harry went unsteadily
(14:47):
into the nursery sat down by his son's crib. Poor
little guy, he mused, Your old man's a bum, A
useless tinker. He thought he could send man to the
stars on a string of helium nuclei. Ah, he was smart.
Thought of everything. Auxiliary jets to kick off the negative charge,
bigger mercury, vapor banks of a fine, straight thrust of
(15:10):
positive alpha particles. He hiccuped, put his face in his hands.
Didn't you ever stop to think that a few air
molecules could defocus the stream? Try a vacuum? Stupid Big
Harry stood up. Did you say something? Son girfal, said
(15:31):
Harry Junior. Big Harry reeled into the living room like
a sonomalist. He got pencil and paper, began jotting frantic formula. Presently,
he called a cab and raced back to the laboratory.
Melinda was dreaming about little bald men with diamond studded drays.
They were chasing her They kept pelting her with rubies
(15:51):
and emeralds. All they wanted was to ask questions, but
she kept running. Harry Junior clasped tightly in her arms.
Now they were ringing alarm bells. The bells kept ringing,
and she groaned. She sat up in bed and seized
the telephone. Darling Big Harry's voice shook, I've got it.
More auxiliary shielding plus a vacuum. We'll be rich. That's
(16:16):
just fine, said Melinda Crossly, you woke the baby. Harry
Junior was sobbing bitterly into his pillow. He was sick
with disappointment. Even the most favorable extrapolation showed it would
take him nineteen years to become master of the world.
An eternity nineteen years and of teething Ring by James
(16:44):
Causey
Teething ring by James Causey. Any one can make in error,
but the eye or the society the more disastrous the mistake.
Half an hour before, while she had been engrossed in
(00:21):
the Currant soap opera and Harry Junior was screaming in
his crib, Melinda would naturally have slammed the front door
in the little man's face. However, when the bell rang,
she was wearing her new Chinese red house coat, had
just lustered her nails to a blinding scarlet, and Harry
Junior was sleeping like an angel, yawning. Melinda answered the door,
(00:44):
and the little man said, beaming, excellent day, I have
geegaws for information. Melinda did not quite recoil. He was
perhaps five feet tall, with a gleaming, hairless scalp and
a young old face. He wore a plain gray tunic
and a peddler's tray hung from his thin shoulders. Don't
(01:06):
want any, Melinda stated flatly. Please. He had great, beseeching
amber eyes. They all say that I haven't much time.
I must be back at the university by noon. You're
working your way through college, he brightened. Yes, I suppose
you could call it that alien anthropology major. Melinda softened
(01:32):
the initiations. Those frats pulled nowadays, shaving the poor guy's
head eating goldfish. It was criminal, well, she asked, grudgingly.
What's in the tray flanglers, said the little man eagerly.
A silloscope's portable force field generator's a normal distorder. Melinda's
(01:52):
face was blank. The little man frowned, You use them,
of course, this is a Class four culture. Melinda essayed
a weak shrug, and the little man's sighed with relief.
His eyes fled past her to the blank screen of
the TV scient ah a monitor. He smiled. For a moment,
(02:14):
I was afraid. May I come in? Melinda shrugged, opened
the door. This might be interesting, like a vacuum cleaner
salesman who had cleaned her drapes last week for free,
and Kitty Kyle Battle's Life wouldn't be on for almost
an hour. My name is Portius, said the little man
(02:34):
with an eager smile. I'm doing a thematic on Class
four cultures. He whipped out a stylus began jotting down notes.
The TV set fascinated him. It's turned off right now,
Melinda said. Portius's eyes widened impossibly. You mean, he whispered
(02:55):
in horror, that you're exercising class five privileges. This is
terribly confusing. I get doors slammed in my face when
class fours are supposed to have a splendid Gregarian quotient.
You do have atomic power, don't you? Oh? Sure, said
Melinda uncomfortably. This wasn't going to be much fun space travel.
(03:19):
The little face was intent and sharp. Well, Melinda yawned,
looking at the blank screen. They've got space patrol, space
cadet tales of tomorrow. Excellent rocket ships are force fields?
Melinda blinked. Does your husband own one? Melinda shook her
(03:40):
blonde head helplessly. What are your economic circumstances? Melinda took
a deep, rasping breath, said, listen, mister, is this a
demonstration or a quiz program? Oh? My excuse demonstration. Certainly
you will not mind the questions questions. There was an
(04:01):
ominous glint in Melinda's blue eyes. Your delightful primitive customs
art forms, personal habits. Look, Melinda said, crimsoning, this is
a respectable neighborhood, and I'm not answering any Kinsey report.
Understand the little man nodded, scribbling, personal habits are taboo.
(04:23):
I so regret the demonstration. He waved grandly at the
tray anti grabs sandals a portable solar converter, apologizing for
this miserable selection. But on capella, they told me. He
followed Melinda's entranced gaze, selected a tiny green vial. This
is merely a regenerative solution. You appear to have no
(04:47):
cuts or bruises. Oh, Melinda said, nastily. Cures wartz, cancer,
grows hair. I suppose Portius brightened. Of course, I see
you can scan. Amazing. He scribbled further with his stylus,
glanced up, blinked at the obvious scorn on Melinda's face.
(05:07):
Here try it, you try it now, watch him squirm.
Portius hesitated. Would you like me to grow an extra
finger pair, grow some hair? Melinda tried not to smile.
The little man unstopped the vial, poured a shimmering green
drop on his wrist. Frowning. Must concentrate, he said, thorium
(05:31):
base suspended solution really jolts the endocrines complete control. See
Melinda's jaw dropped. She stared at the tiny tuft of hair,
which had sprouted on that bare wrist. She was thinking abruptly,
unhappily about that shinnon she had bought yesterday. They had
let her buy that for eight dollars, when with this
stuff she could have a natural one, how much, she inquired, cautiously,
(05:57):
Only half an hour of your time, said Portius. Melinda
grasped the vial firmly, settling down on the sofa with
one leg tugged carefully under her Okay, shoot, but nothing personal.
Portius was delighted. He asked a multitude of questions, most
of them pointless, some naive, and Melinda dug into her
(06:20):
infinitesimal fund of knowledge and gave the little man scribbled furiously,
clucking like a gravit. Hen you mean, he asked, in amazement,
that you live in these primitive huts of your own folition.
It's a GI housing project, Melinda said, ashamed, astonishing, He
(06:40):
wrote feudal anachronisms and atomic power side by side, class fours,
periodically rough it in back to nature movements. Harry Junior
chose that moment to begin screaming for his lunch. Portius
sat trembling. Is that a security alarm? Son, said Melinda,
(07:01):
despondently and went into the nursery. Portius followed and watched
the undulating child with some trepidation. Newborn eighteen months, said Melinda,
stiffly changing diapers, he's cutting teeth. Portius shuddered, What a pity.
Obviously atavistic. Wouldn't the crash accept him? You? You shouldn't
(07:24):
have to keep him here. I keep after Harry to
get a maid, but he says we can't afford one.
Manifestly insecure, muttered the little man, studying Harry Junior. Definite
paranoid tendencies. He was two weeks premature, volunteered Melinda. He's
real sensitive. I know just the thing, Portius said, happily.
(07:49):
Here he dipped into the glittering litter on the tray
and handed Harry Junior a translucent prism, a neural distorder.
We use it to train regressives on rigel too. It
might be of assistance. Melinda eyed the thing doubtfully. Harry
Junior was peering into the shifting crystal depths with a
somewhat strained expression. Speeds up the nordal flow, explained the
(08:13):
little Man proudly helps tap the unused eighty percent the
pre symptomatic memory is unaffected due to automatic cerebral lapse
in case of overload. I'm afraid it won't do much
more than cube his present IQ, and an intelligent idiot
is still an idiot. But how dare you? Melinda's eyes flashed.
(08:35):
My son is not an idiot. You get out of
here this minute and take your things with you. As
she reached for the prism, Harry Junior squawled. Melinda relented here,
she said, angrily, fumbling with her purse. How much are
they medium of exchange? Portius rubbed his bald skull. I
(08:57):
really shouldn't, but it'll make such a wonderful dent him
to the chapter on malignant primitives. What is your smallest
denomination is a dollar? Okay? Melinda was hopeful. Porteus was
pleased with the picture of George Washington. He turned the
bill over and over in his fingers. At last, bowed
low and formally apologized for any taboo violations, and left
(09:20):
via the front door. Crazy fraternities muttered. Melinda, turning on
the TV, said Kitty Kyle was dull that morning. At length,
Melinda used some of the liquid in the green vial
on her eyelashes. Was quite pleased at the results and
hid the rest in the medicine cabinet. Harry Junior was
(09:41):
a model of docility the rest of that day, while
Melinda watched TV and munched chocolates, did and redid her hair.
Harry Junior played quietly with the crystal prism. Toward late afternoon,
he crawled over to the bookcase, wrestled down the encyclopedia,
and pawed through it, gurgling with the line he definitely,
(10:02):
Melinda decided, would make a fine lawyer some day, not
a useless putterer like Big Harry, who worked all hours
overtime in that damned lab. She scowled as Harry Junior,
bored with the encyclopedia, began reaching for one of Big
Harry's tomes on nuclear physics. One putterer in the family
was enough, But when she tried to take the book
(10:23):
away from him, Harry Junior howled so violently that she
let well enough alone. At six thirty, Big Harry called
from the lab with the usual despondent message that he
would not be home for supper. Melinda said a few
resigned things about cheerless dinners eaten alone, hinted darkly what
lonesome wives sometimes did for company. And Harry said he
(10:47):
was very sorry, but this might be it, and Melinda
hung up on him in a temper. Precisely fifteen minutes later,
the door bell rang. Melinda opened the front door and gaped.
This little man could have been Portius's double except for
the black, metallic tunic and glacial gray eyes, Missus Melinda Adams.
(11:08):
Even the voice was frigid. Yes, why Major Nord, Galactic Security.
The little man bowed? You were visited early this morning
by one Portius. He spoke the name with a certain disgust.
He left a neural distorter here correct. Melinda's nod was tremulous.
(11:29):
Major Nord came quietly into the living room, shut the
door behind him. My apologies, madam, for the intrusion. Portius
mistook your world for a Class four culture instead of
a Class seven. Here he handed her the crumpled dollar bill.
You may check the serial number the distort, please, Melinda
shrunk limply onto the sofa. I I don't understand, she said, painfully.
(11:54):
Was he a thief? He was careless about his spatial coordinates.
Major Nord's teeth showed in the faintest of smiles. He
has been corrected. Where is it now? Look, said Melinda
with some asperity. That thing's kept Harry Junior quiet all day.
I bought it in good faith, and it's not my fault.
(12:15):
Say have you got a warrant? Madam? Said the Major
with dignity. I dislike violating local taboos, but must I
explain the impact of anural distorder on a backward or culture.
What if your Neanderthal had been given atomic blasters? Where
would you have been to day swinging through trees? No doubt?
(12:35):
What if your hitler had force fields? He exhaled? Where
is your son in the nursery? Harry Junior was contentedly
playing with his blocks. The prism lay glinting in the corner.
Major Nord picked it up carefully scrutinized Harry Junior. His
voice was very soft, you said, he was playing with it.
(12:57):
Some vestigial maternal instinct prompted Linda to shake her head vigorously.
The little man stared hard at Harry Junior, who began
whimpering trembling. Melinda scooped up, Harry Junior, is that all
you have to do? Run around frightening women? And children.
Take your old distorter and get out. Leave decent people alone.
(13:19):
Major Nord frowned, If only he could be sure, He
peered stonily at Harry Junior murmured, definite ego mania. It
doesn't seem to have affected him, strange. Do you want
me to scream? Melinda demanded. Major Nord sighed. He bowed
to Melinda, went out, closed the door, touched a tiny
(13:41):
stud on his tunic, and vanished the manners of some people,
Melinda said to Harry Junior. She was relieved that the
Major had not asked for the green vial. Harry Junior
also looked relieved, although for quite a different reason. Big
Harry arrived home little after eleven. There were small worry
(14:03):
creases about his mouth and forehead, and the leaden cast
of defeat in his eyes. He went into the bedroom
and Melinda sleepily told him about the little man working
his way through college by peddling silly goods, and about
that rude cop named Nord. And Harry said that was
simply astonishing, And Melinda said, Harry, you had a drink.
(14:26):
I had two drinks. Harry told her owlishly, you married
a failure, dear, part of the experimental model vaporized. Whoosh,
just like that on paper. It looked so good. Melinda
had heard it all before. She asked him to see
if Harry Junior was covered, and Big Harry went unsteadily
(14:47):
into the nursery sat down by his son's crib. Poor
little guy, he mused, Your old man's a bum, A
useless tinker. He thought he could send man to the
stars on a string of helium nuclei. Ah, he was smart.
Thought of everything. Auxiliary jets to kick off the negative charge,
bigger mercury, vapor banks of a fine, straight thrust of
(15:10):
positive alpha particles. He hiccuped, put his face in his hands.
Didn't you ever stop to think that a few air
molecules could defocus the stream? Try a vacuum? Stupid Big
Harry stood up. Did you say something? Son girfal, said
(15:31):
Harry Junior. Big Harry reeled into the living room like
a sonomalist. He got pencil and paper, began jotting frantic formula. Presently,
he called a cab and raced back to the laboratory.
Melinda was dreaming about little bald men with diamond studded drays.
They were chasing her They kept pelting her with rubies
(15:51):
and emeralds. All they wanted was to ask questions, but
she kept running. Harry Junior clasped tightly in her arms.
Now they were ringing alarm bells. The bells kept ringing,
and she groaned. She sat up in bed and seized
the telephone. Darling Big Harry's voice shook, I've got it.
More auxiliary shielding plus a vacuum. We'll be rich. That's
(16:16):
just fine, said Melinda Crossly, you woke the baby. Harry
Junior was sobbing bitterly into his pillow. He was sick
with disappointment. Even the most favorable extrapolation showed it would
take him nineteen years to become master of the world.
An eternity nineteen years and of teething Ring by James
(16:44):
Causey
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