sniffed the bait, licked it, mumbled it, 

 slobbered it, reveled in it, tugged to 

 increase the flow, when "bang! " went 

 the great door behind and Jack was 

 caught. He backed up with a rush, 

 bumped into the door, and had a sense, 

 at least, of peril. He turned over with 

 an effort and attacked the door, but 

 it was strong. He examined the pen; 

 went all around the logs where their 

 rounded sides seemed easiest to tear 

 at with his teeth. But they yielded 

 nothing. He tried them all; he tore 

 at the roof, the floor; but all were 

 heavy, hard logs, spiked and pinned 

 as one. 



The sun came up as he raged, and 

 shone through the little cracks of the 

 door, and so he turned all his power 

 on that. The door was flat, gave little 

 hold, but he battered with his paws 

 and tore with his teeth till plank after 



