A red-gold beam of light came from heaven, poured over the landscape through a mighty window in the clouds, and tinged with mauve the heavy well-lid's brittle edges. It lit up Grey Puss' colours and the kittens' glossy coats: Black remained black and Grey remained grey; but Red turned to deeper red and White changed to gold.

The evening breezes began to blow, setting the ryefield's crowded stalks a-whispering, and carrying in their wake the strong, delicious odour of new bread. The aspen leaves blinked and waved, sending the departing summer day a last farewell.

A large brown-gold "bird," with four wings and a long, stiff tail, came pitching with jerky, irregular flight towards the kittens. The lure of the chase seized them all, and they crouched down among the stones and waited. . . .

The dragon-fly turned with a crackling sound; White and Tiny shrank back; Grey drew his hind legs farther in under him; Black's tail thickened and his hair rose. Only Big-kitten's fighting lust remained unshaken; he gathered himself together for a spring, and the others noticed that his eyes shone with a curious flickering gleam.

The next time the dragon-fly swooped, White, Red and Tiny bolted hurriedly into cover. Grey felt shaky, but stood his ground bravely, while Black hissed, and lunged with his paw.

The dragon-fly pitches farther . . . and, rolling perilously over as it turns, makes a wide circle through the gold, flaming light crowning the sea of rye . . . then comes crackling swiftly back again, fleeing already from the approaching twilight. But this time the insolent, many-winged "bird" does not escape! While Black snorts and strikes with his paw, Big leaps aloft and bangs his claws together on the luckless creature in its flight.

It was Big-cat's first important catch. And it was devoured with general satisfaction, especially its fat, large-eyed head.