BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 35 
so safe and snug and greatly-to-be-desired 
as now, two other gleaming eyes peered 
at her from behind the Hollow Spruce 
that she had believed so safe! It was 
Renny Fox who was also hunting rabbit 
and who had seen poor, frightened Mollie 
dashing down the hillside. Quick as a 
flash, she turned, almost facing Mrs. 
Lynx, poised for another spring and, just 
as the grey cat shot toward her, Mollie 
dived, head first, into the carefully hidden 
back-door of her burrow, escaping the 
sharp claws by just one squeak. 
Mother Lynx screeched with anger. 
The hunger-ache was very hard to bear 
once more. One weasel was very little 
food for a mother-cat who had two kittens! 
And she had been so sure, so very sure of 
getting this foolish, fat, little rabbit, that 
she screamed and wailed in her anger and 
disappointment. There was no animal on 
Round-Top nor in all the Big Forest that 
