pen and only let them out for short plays when we could watch them.
After the fruit was picked and the vegetables gathered in the autumn we again let them loose. In fact they roamed about the place much as they liked. I merely saw that they were safe in the pen for the night.
About this time one of our chicken coops was raided and two pullets killed. One was partly eaten, but the other was left.
We at once decided that it was the work of a fox, but wondered why he did not carry off the dead pullet. So I set a trap that night and awaited developments.
To my great surprise, in the morning I found a rather small raccoon in my trap. The culprit looked like Cochunko, but it could not be he, for both of my pets were safe in the tree pen. I went to investigate and saw that Tobius was the only occupant of the pen, so it was really Cochunko.
He was merely caught by the toes and was not much injured, but his feelings were evidently badly hurt, for when I pressed down the
