K'dunk was after him again, his legs scram- 

 bling desperately, his eyes blazing, and his 

 tongue shooting in and out like a streak of 

 flame. Just as the grasshopper rose in a 

 hard jump the tongue hit him, and I saw no 

 more. But K'dunk's gulp was bigger and 

 his eyes were closed for a longer period than 

 usual, and there was a loud protesting rustle 

 in his throat as the grasshopper's long legs 

 went kicking down the road that has no 

 turning. 



A big caterpillar that I found and brought 

 to K'dunk one day afforded us all another 

 field for rare observation. The caterpillar 

 was a hairy fellow, bristling with stiff spines, 

 and I doubted that the tongue had enough 

 mucilage on it to stick to him. But K'dunk 

 had no such doubts. His tongue flew out 

 and his eyes closed solemnly. At the same 

 time I saw the caterpillar shrink himself to- 

 gether and stick his spines out stiffer than 

 ever. Then a curious thing came out, namely, 

 that K'dunk's mouth is so big and his game 

 is usually so small that he cannot taste his 

 morsel ; he just swallows mechanically, as if 



