acquainted, I think that his feeding ways 

 and tricks were the source of our most con- 

 stant delight and wonder. Just to see him 

 stalk a fly filled one with something of the 

 tense excitement of a deer hunt. As he sat 

 by a stump or clod in the fading light, some 

 belated fly or early night-bug would light on 

 the ground in front of him. Instantly the 

 jewel eye in K'dunk's head would begin to 

 flash and sparkle. He would crouch down 

 and creep nearer, toeing in like a duck, 

 slower and slower, one funny little paw 

 brushing cautiously by the other, with all 

 the stealth and caution of a cat stalking a 

 chipmunk on the wall. Then, as he neared 

 his game, there would be a bright flash of 

 the jewel; a red streak shot through the 

 air, so quick that your eye could not follow 

 it, and the fly would disappear. Whereupon 

 K'dunk would gulp something down, 

 closing his eyes solemnly as he did 

 so, as if he were saying grace, or as if, 

 somehow, closing his eyes to all out- 

 ward things made the morsel taste 

 better. 





