Creeping, creeping on his great furry feet, making no more sound than the shadow of the leaf on the moss; for all his quietness he hasn't had any luck.

So at last, hiding behind a bush, he let out that screech just to start things moving.

Did you notice how quick it stopped?
Well, he knew if there was any rabbit or partridge asleep near by it would be so startled it would jump and make a noise; and then he'd be on it before it could more than get its eyes open.
Don't you call that sly ?" The Babe merely nodded, being resolved not to interrupt.
"Good," said Uncle Andy.

"You're improving a lot.

Now, let me tell you, the slyest thing of all is the Little Sly One, which those who know everything call the lynx kitten.