And here was a sudden snort, a crashing of bracken, the floundering of a huge body through knee-deep mud, and a monstrous bull moose, four times as big as Noozak, set off in lively flight.

Neewa's eyes all but popped from his head.

And STILL Noozak PAID NO ATTENTION! It was then that Neewa crinkled up his tiny nose and snarled, just as he had snarled at Noozak's ears and hair and at sticks he had worried in the black cavern.

A glorious understanding dawned upon him.

He could snarl at anything he wanted to snarl at, no matter how big.