“And what is that?” asked Leopardess.
“Ah, that must be the other ear of course,” Monkey answered.
But as the fire grew hotter and the heat increased within there were a great many of these sounds heard, at which Monkey laughed gleefully and cried:
“Ah ha! do you hear? Dog is splitting to pieces now. Oh, he is burning up finely; every bone in his body is cracking. Ah, but it is a cruel death, though, is it not?”
“Let him die,” fiercely cried Leopardess. “He killed one of my young cubs—one of the loveliest little fellows you ever saw.”
Both Leopardess and Monkey remained at the burrow until the fire had completely died out, then the first said:
“Now, Monkey, bring me a long stick with a hook at the end of it, that I may rake Dog’s bones out and feast my eyes upon them.”
Monkey hastened to procure the stick, with which the embers were raked out, when Leopardess exclaimed:
“What a queer smell this is! It is not at all like what one would expect from a burnt dog.”
“Ah,” replied Monkey, “Dog must be completely burnt by this. Of that there can be no doubt. Did you ever burn a dog before that you know the smell of its burnt body so well?”