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but only for a moment. Rolling over 
with a powerful twist of his huge, grey 
body, the Stranger Lynx managed to 
throw Bobby off and, with a snarl of pain 
and rage, he struck. 
There were long tears now in Bobby’s 
grey coat and places where the fur was no 
longer grey but a deep, deep red. Over 
and over they rolled, a snarling, biting, 
vicious bunch of tearing teeth and ripping 
claws. Spitting and biting, uttering sharp 
snarls of rage, they rolled down the hill, 
bumping into trees and brush, which 
stopped them only long enough to let them 
get their breath and then spring back at 
one another, their cruel claws ripping and 
tearing viciously. Poor Bobby’s legs be¬ 
gan to tremble; the slashes he gave with 
his sturdy forepaws no longer tore the 
Stranger Lynx so badly. Bobby was 
fighting a losing fight and he knew it! 
His heart, that at first had throbbed with 
