Man is old enough to see himself as he really is - a mammal among mammals...He is old enough to know that in the years to come he may be crowded out like the prehistoric monsters of the past, while life breaks out in some ascendant form that is better suited to survive... - Homer W. Smith, Kamongo
What monstrous folly, think you, ever led nature to create her one great enemy - man! - John Charles van Dyke
With appreciation for their invaluable aid in research, my thanks to my resident people-in-fur (in order of seniority) Timmie Punch Samwise Frodo Su Li
and to the valiant memory of Thai Shan Sabina Samantha who were with us for far too short a time
There was a light breeze, just enough to whisper through the leaves.
He purred softly, and his tail tip curved up in warm content.
It was Hia-Hang, one of the Elders of the Western tribe who spoke - "There are Ratons in the lairs, and Demons. If they have indeed returned, it is best to let them have the lairs. those of our kind saved their lives before by taking to the wilds."
Forkatt spoke for the first time. "Ony just, Elder. It was only because the Demons fought among themselves that they escaped. These Demons are neither sick nor fighting among themselves, If they come in strength, how long will it be before they hunt us again?"
A sharp growl arose among the tribes, ears flattened and tails lashed. The warriors rose, their claws ready for battle.