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The Hedges

           

           Dannylookedbackoverhisshoulderandhishurriedbreathingcaughtforamomentandthenhurriedonevenfaster.Thenearestlionwasnowonlytwentyfeetbehind,breastingthroughthesnowlikeadogpaddlinginapond.Thetwoothersweretoitsrightandleft,pacingit.Theywerelikeanarmyplatoononpatrol,thedog,stillofftotheirleft,thescout.Theclosestlionhaditsheaddown.Theshouldersbunchedpowerfullyaboveitsneck.Thetailwasup,asifintheinstantbeforehehadturnedtolookithadbeenswishingbackandforth,backandforth.Hethoughtitlookedlikeagreatbighousecatthatwashavingagoodtimeplayingwithamousebeforekillingit.

           (-falling-)

           No,ifhefellhewasdead.Theywouldneverlethimgetup.Theywouldpounce.Hepinwheeledhisarmsmadlyandlungedahead,hiscenterofgravitydancingjustbeyondhisnose.Hecaughtitandhurriedon,snappingglancesbackoverhisshoulder.Theairwhistledinandoutofhisdrythroatlikehotglass.

           Theworldcloseddowntothedazzlingsnow,thegreenhedges,andthewhisperysoundofhissnowshoes.Andsomethingelse.Asoft,muffledpaddingsound.Hetriedtohurryfasterandcouldn’t.Hewaswalkingovertheburieddrivewaynow,asmallboywithhisfacealmostburiedintheshadowofhisparkahood.Theafternoonwasstillandbright.

           Whenhelookedbackagain,thepointlionwasonlyfivefeetbehind.Itwasgrinning.

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