"You're insane!" Pettigrew exploded. "That's it! You're crazier than the rest of them out there. You--" I don't know whether or not I really intended to hit him, or how things might have turned out if I had. Luckily, Boswell jumped to his feet and pulled me back as I made a lunge across the table. "Take it easy, Harry," he said quietly. Then he turned to Pettigrew. "Petty, we've had enough out of you for today. Open your mouth again and I'll lock you in the ship till we're ready to leave!" Pettigrew slid lower in his chair and after a brief mumbling was silent. I apologized to Boswell for losing my temper. "Forget it, Harry," he chuckled. "Wanted to hit 'im myself lots of times.... Well, let's have the Report, eh?" * * * * * The bulk of the Annual Report consisted of a lot of dry statistics about the hydroponics crop, the weight and height and emotional ratings of the Kids, reports on certain educational and recreational experiments, and so on. The problem of Adam-Two was the last item on the agenda, and as I read it they perked up their ears and stopped yawning. "... and in light of these developments, the under-signed recommends that Adam-Two be transported to Earth and given a normal education so that he may be assimilated into the society." I stood for a moment, holding the papers in my hand, looking from one to the other of that quartet of blank, silent faces. Finally, Boswell cleared his throat. "Harry, let me get this straight. You think this ... what's his name? Adam-Two. You actually think he's--ah--growing up?" I nodded. "There isn't a doubt in _my_ mind, and Ruth agrees." "And you think we oughta take him back to Earth with us?" "Sure, I do. I think that's the only solution, don't you?" Eaker coughed discreetly. "I'm afraid it isn't any solution at all." "What would _we_ do with him?" Hoppy wanted to know. "Look," I said, "the kid is a misfit. He doesn't belong here. He belongs on Earth where he can get an education and maybe a chance to ... to make something of himself." Boswell cleared his throat again. "Seems like he'd be a worse misfit on Earth than he is here, Harry." "He would not!" I snapped. "He's a sharp kid. He'd adapt himself in no time." Eaker spoke up again. "It seems to me we're overlooking an important point here, gentlemen. Isn't Fairyland supposed to be a sort of testing ground for a particular sociological theory? It seems to me we'd be defeating our purpose if we removed this lad just because he doesn't seem to fit. If the world is to be converted to a Fairyland, there'll be more Adam-Two's from time to time. What's to be done with them?" "Nuts!" I said. "It's not the same problem, and you know it. If the whole world were like this place, Fairyland would be the only reality there was. Guys like Adam would _have_ to accept it.... Why don't you just admit that you don't want to be bothered with this?"