P17

	Junior could see some fish almost within his paw's reach. The fish right under his nose whetted his appetite, but he could not think of any method of catching them.   As if he had read Junior's mind, Senior said to him, "Why don't you ask the God of the cats how to catch them?"   Encouraged, Junior racked his little brains hard for a while. A bright idea flashed into his mind. "Senior said he has air-nets -- I'll try a fishing pole." He moved to the edge of the fins, turned his back toward the sea, and dropped his tail into the water. He jiggled the end of his tail the way his mother used to do with her tail to keep him calm when he was a kitten.   He had never used his tail to catch fish this way, but he hoped this impromptu method would work somehow. A while later he felt a fish snap at the tip of his sensitive tail. No sooner had he sensed the bite than he jerked his tail out of the water. To his amazement, he saw a fish of medium size dangling from his tail. That would be plenty for his supper tonight, he thought.   "I got it, I got it!"   "Excellent, Junior!"