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and scrambled up to it. The animal was crouching on the ground, looking up, and its e

because he had spots, but of course, I knew there weren't any leopards in America. Africa is where they hang out. But you can bet I didn't think much about how he happened to be there. He was there, and that was enough for me. Gee, I like natural history all right, but not when there's a wi

e. That was a punk think. All of a sudden he opened his mouth wide and kind

ore it open and tore open the paper that the two chops were in. Charlie Seabury says he ought to have the gold cross because he sa

uder and paw the ground with one of its fore feet. I guess in a couple more seconds he

rouching on the g

it wouldn't take him very long to eat a chop. Maybe you'll say it wasn't good to give him raw meat, but how about me. Wasn'

whiz, you have to think quick at school exams, but cracky, leopards are

I could only just throw the other chop into the doorway he'd go in there after it, and while he was eating it I'd shinny down in a hurry and shut the door and wedge a board against it. I said to myself that I could do that quicker than he could eat the chop, and one thing sure, he w

the house. But now I had to throw it down and almost around a corner, as you might say; and even if the meat went in at all,

e and his eyes were blazing and he was making a sound that gave me the shudders. It seemed as if he was giving me notice that he was going to spring for the tree. I guess he would have d

the apple off his son's head. Only I had the chop in my hand instead of a bow and arrow. Oh, didn't I watch that open space and take a good aim I My heart was just pounding

ould give me two chances. But if one of the pieces landed inside maybe it wouldn't be big enough to keep him busy two or three seconds

growl and I just closed one eye and braced myself against t

tside the little stone house. Almost befor

rop down and run. Then I decided I wouldn't. I didn't exactly decide. I stayed where I was, because I was too scared to move.