'There was a screech like somebody drawing a million fingernails across blackboards, and about fifty pounds of angry lynx looked back into Harris's eyes.
The cat was on him in three bounds.'
"He's killing me!" screamed Harris. "Help me!"
It was a crazy summer, staying with daredevil Harris. First there was his Tarzan rope leap, followed by the pig-wrestling-in-a-mud-bath episode. And then, of course, there was the collection of far from friendly animals that roamed the farmyard . . .
Wherever Harris went, trouble followed close behind. And so did I.
