"I know why he wasn't hungry," said Fluffy mysteriously.
"Why?"
"Oh, I'll tell you some time."
"Why won't you tell me now?"
"I don't want to; but I'll tell you some time."
Jazbury looked about him. "I don't see wherever we're to get anything to eat," he mewed.
"I do, right now," whispered Fluffy. "Hist! Keep still now."
Fluffy dropped the bird and put his paw on it
He crept silently forward through the bushes, there was a sudden leap--a squeak--a flutter, and a moment later Fluffy came back proudly carrying in his mouth a young bird he had killed.