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the landing net ! If he wanted to play fish, he must 

 submit to the rules of the game and end the 

 struggle in a net. I was just going after one, when 

 suddenly my fish changed his tactics and began to 

 back water as it were. His tongue stretched out 

 like an elastic band, until it seemed to be just at 

 the point of snapping or coming out by the roots 

 and then the hook let go and the situation was 

 saved. For a few days the cub had a sore mouth, 

 but the wound soon healed and bothered him no 

 more. 



Bruno seemed to have an interest in everything 

 that interested me. He was always glad to be 

 around when I was taking photographs, and was 

 especially interested in the red rubber bulb on the 

 end of the long tube that worked the shutter of my 

 large camera. It was soft and yielding, and he 

 liked to bite and pull upon it. If in his play the 

 camera fell to the floor, it never worried him in the 

 least ; it only added zest to the sport. To keep the 

 bulb out of his reach, I wound the tubing round 

 the lens, and thought that I had got the best of 

 him. But Bruno was not to be so easily foiled ; he 

 soon discovered that he could get the bulb by 

 climbing up one of the legs of the tripod. 



When I came back into the room one day, I 

 surprised him in the very act of beginning this 

 performance. He had been walking round the base 



