I said to myself that I could do that quicker
than he could eat the chop, and one thing sure, he wouldn't bother with me
while he was doing it. An animal can never think about two things at once
and he thinks about food most of all. Maybe scouts think about food a lot,
too, but anyway, they can think about two things at once. That's the
difference between scouts and wild animals.
Oh, if I had only left that door wide open! Then I could have thrown the
other chop right through the opening and 'way into 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, it wouldn't go in far. But if I could only throw
it in far enough so that I could slam the door shut, that would be enough.
Anyway, I saw that if I didn't throw it quick I'd be worse off than before,
because the animal had had a taste of raw meat and he'd be on the war path.
I could see he was looking up at me 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.
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