I guess he would have done
it that very second, too, only he noticed a leaf stuck to his paw and I
guess it bothered him, because he raised his paw just as a cat does when
she washes her face, and rubbed it off.
Oh boy, that made me think of something, but you can bet there wasn't any
time to stop and think then. I guess I felt as nervous as William Tell when
he was going to shoot 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 and my wrist hurt, because my
pulse was going so fast. Because, Suppose I should miss? _I'd_ be the third
chop, I knew that. I just couldn't throw the chop for fear I'd miss.
You can see for yourself that was the only chance I had. All of a sudden I
happened to think about tearing the chop in half and that would 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. So I decided to take a
good careful aim and throw the whole chop. If it went in, all right; maybe
I'd have time enough.
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