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felt. The Ape was too busy going round and round the Thing and spreading it out and patting it and smelling it. Then a wicked gleam came into his eye and he said：
“It is a lion’s skin.”
“Ee-auh-auh-oh，is it ？”gasped Puzzle．
“Now I wonder... I wonder... I wonder，”said Shift to himself， for he was thinking very hard．
“I wonder who killed the poor lion，”said Puzzle presently.“It ought to be buried. We must have a funeral.”
“Oh，it wasn’t a Talking Lion，”said Shift.“You needn’t bother about that. There are no Talking Beasts up beyond the Falls，up in the Western Wild. This skin must have belonged to a dumb，wild lion.”
This，by the way，was true. A Hunter，a Man，had killed and skinned this lion somewhere up in the Western Wild several months before. But that doesn’t come into this story．
“All the same，Shift，”said Puzzle，“even if the skin only belonged to a dumb，wild lion，oughtn’t we to give it a decent burial ？ I mean，aren’t all lions rather-well，
