I don't know much about
calves' toes, but I've eaten calves' feet.
Even after I had told them all about it, they all said I must have been
seeing things and that probably the animal was a raccoon or maybe
_possibly_ a wildcat. Anyway, Harry Donnelle said they'd all go back
with me to the place, because they thought maybe we'd get in trouble on
account of plastering some honest, hard working calf with fly paper. But
just the same he took his rifle, I noticed that. I carried the lantern.
All the way through the woods they were jollying me and calling me _Roy the
Leopard Killer,_ and Harry Donnelle said I must have been carried off on
the magic carpet to India, just like the people in the Arabian Nights. All
the while I didn't say anything and when we came to the tree and the spring
house, I went ahead and saw that the animal was lying close to the tree, as
if he were asleep. I guess he was all exhausted. The rope was fast around
his body just behind his fore legs where it couldn't choke him and where he
couldn't get free of it. He started up when I went near him, but didn't
seem to get excited.
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