It was a small live thing, and he had no fear.

Then, before him, at his feet, he saw an extremely small live thing, only several inches long, a young weasel, that, like himself, had disobediently gone out adventuring.

It tried to retreat before him.
He turned it over with his paw.

It made a queer, grating noise.

The next moment the flash of yellow reappeared before his eyes.