woods, scaring all the wild creatures and striking terror into their
hearts.

Then, one night, when he was very hungry again, and could not find
anything to eat, he suddenly remembered that he had left some of the
flesh on the sheep he had killed a few nights ago. He would go and
find it, and if the vultures had not finished it he would have a good
feed. He had almost forgotten the way, but when he had gone a short
distance he could smell it, for it had become rotten by that time, and
was nothing but putrid flesh. Jinks had never tasted putrid flesh, but
he did not seem to feel any dislike to it, for as he smelt it he
licked his lips in pleasurable anticipation, and hurried on in his
quick, silent way.

He was not happy, however, and when he was nearly there gave one of
his piercing cries--something between a wild scream and a dismal howl
--a cry which, to his bewilderment and surprise, called forth a
perfect chorus of screams, shrieks and howls which startled him almost
to death. He stood absolutely motionless for a few moments, with one
paw uplifted, and his eyes and ears strained to the utmost. Horrible
as the shrieks were, there was something familiar and comforting about
them, and he felt joyous and frightened at the same time.

When the howls began to die away, he felt impelled to send forth
another shrieking scream, and this was again answered in the same way
as before. This time Jinks did not stop to listen; he went hurriedly
forward to find out what it was.

And what a sight met his eyes! There, just in front of him, was a
whole pack of animals exactly like himself crowded round the carcass