When the other lions roused themselves and padded off at a trot, one lion asked "why". "Hunters" was the reply. He stayed, because he liked the sound of the word— "hunters". Lafcadio's subsequent encounters with hunters, first on his terms— he eats one, then on theirs— he wields a gun, leads to his auspicious debut into the human world of elevators, barbershops and cigars. Artful, Thurber-like sketches by the author on nearly every text page form a bit of high level nonsense.