1961-07-08 — Page 3

STORIES FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

By MAX TRELL

and Harid, the Shadow Children with the Sammed-About Names, were sitting in the garden of their old end. Burca Munch.

As er were talking about Ben Minch's many voyages to strange and faraway lands, The Baron's pet Kitten, whose Tome was Punjab, came out of The house. A few minutes later

The Baron's Kitten

-When Munch Caught Him He Was A Lion-

he had curled up and gone to sleep in his master's lap.

"It's a curious thing about Punjab," Baron Munch said. to Knart and Hanid. "He was once a Lion."

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kick a ball of that queer shape." He takes the little pals to the newest sports shop. Yes, sir. says the shopman."Although the season is finishing I have just one junior Rugger ball left. Here it is right weight-stronger than leather-never wants blowing up."

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Baron Munch stopped to light his long clay pipe. He puffed at it quietly for several minutes

Meanwhile, Knari and Hanid gazed at the sleeping Kitten, Punjab, with amazement.

"He was once a Lion!" gasp- êd Hanid.

Baron Munch nodded and smiled.

"I know it's hard to believe," he said. If you'd like to hear the whole story, I'd be glad to tell it to you."

Knar and Hanid were very glad to hear the whole story about how Punjab, the Kitten, had once been a Lion.

Started in India

"It all started many years ago in India while I was visit ing my good friend the Maha- rajah. One day he invited me to go Lion-hunting with him. We set out bright and early. There was a large party of us. "I was on horseback and 50 was the Maharajah. We came to a great open part of the country with mountains in the far distance. We could hear the roaring of a Lion far ahead of us.

direction, while I rode off in another, for we thought by this means to surround the Lion and keep him from escaping. I rode for many miles. The roaring of the Lion grew louder. I knew I was drawing closer to him.

"Then, suddenly, there he was, ready to spring од me from a high rock!"

"Oh!" cried Hanid in alarm. "Did he land on you?" cried Knarf.

Baron Munch shook his head. "Fortunately I leaped off my Horse just in time," he said. "But I had dropped my gun. The Lion made a rush at me. I grabbed his tail. I held on with all my might and to make

sure that he wouldn't be able to shake me off, I made a knot in his tail. Then he began to run."

Baron Munch paused to puff on his pipe.

The Lion ran and ran and ran," continued Baron Munch. kept holding on to his tail. Sometimes I ran. Sometimes he just pulled me along. So we went along weeks,

for perhaps two crossing rivers and mountains and valleys and go ing through jungles.

Grew smaller

The Lion was ready to spring from a high rocks,

"

"For a very simple reason,' Lion was wearing himself down answer Baron Munch. "That by running. Also, he wasn't eat- ing anything.

Munch, the Lion was half his

"After a month," said Baron

no bigger than an ordinary Cat size. After two months he was

that terrible, ferocious Lion that "And after the third' month, had leaped down on me was no bigger than a tiny Kitten.

"So I let go of him and picked him up and took him home and named him Punjab,. And there he is," Baron Munch said with a smile, as he patted. the sleeping Kitten on the head.

And Knart and Hanid looked at each other and looked at "Then I began to notice a Baron Munch silently smoking strange thing. The Lion began his pipe and looked at the sleep- growing smaller and smaller." ing Kitten and wondered

"Why was that?" asked and wondered

and wOD- 'dered.

"Now," said Baron Munch, "the Maharajah rode off in one Knarf.

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