1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey
1906 white fang jack london - pinkmonke - Pink Monkey
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rabbit. As he sank back with it between his teeth, he kept his eye<br />
on the sapling. As before, it followed him back to earth.<br />
He crouched down under the impending blow, his hair bristling,<br />
but his teeth still keeping tight hold of the rabbit. But the blow did<br />
not fall. The sapling remained bent above him. When he moved it<br />
moved, and he growled at it through his clenched jaws; when he<br />
remained still, it remained still, and he concluded it was safer to<br />
continue remaining still. Yet the warm blood of the rabbit tasted<br />
good in his mouth.<br />
It was his mate who relieved him from the quandary in which he<br />
found himself. She took the rabbit from him, and while the sapling<br />
swayed and teetered threateningly above her she calmly gnawed<br />
off the rabbit’s head. At once the sapling shot up, and after that<br />
gave no more trouble, remaining in the decorous and<br />
perpendicular position in which nature had intended it to grow.<br />
Then, between them, the she-wolf and One Eye devoured the game<br />
which the mysterious sapling had caught for them.<br />
There were other runways and alleys where rabbits were hanging<br />
in the air, and the wolf-pair prospected them all, the she-wolf<br />
leading the way, old One Eye following and observant, learning<br />
the method of robbing snares- a knowledge destined to stand him<br />
in good stead in the days to come.