chapter 1e

Mama Lynx is a great hunter as are most lynxes. What they do, is not to catch their prey by speed alone. They use intelligence as much as speed.

What lynxes do is set up metaphorical moats to trap their prey. What happens is that this decreases the space. And what you get is a trivial hunt.

In the forests of Eastern Bohemia, we were but Eastern Bohemian lynx, but we live like Kings. Everyday, besides the grain brought to us by Mayer Lynx, there was always plenty of dead rabbits outside.

And pretty soon after growing up and maturing from being a bad baby lynx, I assume grew tired of eating rabbits every day. I decided to be a vegetarian. I preferred carrots to rabbits and grass to grain. I became more like a cow.

Now you would think carrots would be a certain way, but the carrots that I’m talking about looks more like the roots of grass. If I could dig to get them, it would make my day. Grass was bitter and carrots were sweet. My nails were always filled with dirt and my mom would cut them while complaining about that.