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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 ; tt 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 
