He stood on the ground and looked up at us, snarling, lashing his tail, snapping at the stones that fell near to him.

Once I whizzed down a stone, and just at the right moment he looked up.

It caught him full on the end of his nose, and he went straight up in the air, all four feet of him, roaring and caterwauling, what of the hurt and surprise.
He was beaten and he knew it.

Recovering his dignity, he stalked out solemnly from under the rain of stones.

He stopped in the middle of the open space and looked wistfully and hungrily back at us.