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.