CHAPTER VII 

 BRUNO MUST DEPART 



IN the spring, when Bruno was a little more than 

 a year old, I taught him a few simple tricks. He 

 learned very quickly. At my command he would 

 roll over, sit up, lie down, or stand on his hind- 

 legs. I taught him these accomplishments through 

 a series of rewards. When he obeyed an order, I 

 gave him a fig. It was astonishing to see how soon 

 he came to understand what I wanted. In fifteen 

 minutes I taught him to roll over. At the command 

 I turned him over with my hand, then gave him 

 the fig. After a few demonstrations of this kind, 

 he rolled over without my touching him. 



As Bruno grew older, he became less particular 

 about the manner in which his food was served. 

 He was very gentle now when I fed him from my 

 hand, and never grabbed for anything. I could 

 even hold a grape or a raisin lightly between my 

 lips and, with perfect safety, allow him to take it 

 from me. 



Bruno was in fine condition that spring. He 

 developed a fondness for climbing, and could cling 

 to a tree-trunk like a squirrel. No trees were too 

 large for his ascent. He liked to climb out on the 

 smaller limbs and swing and teeter up and down 



