Notes and Reflections on Books and Media
by Hannah Leitheiser
William J. LONG
'This is the story of one day, the last one, in the life of Kagax the Weasel, who turns white in winter, and yellow in spring, and brown in summer, the better to hide his villainy....
Everywhere life was stirring; everywhere cries, calls, squeaks, chirps, rustlings, which only the wood-dweller knows how to interpret, broke in upon the twilight stillness.
Kagax grinned and showed all his wicked little teeth as the many voices went up from lake and stream and forest. "Mine, all mine—to kill," he snarled, and his eyes began to glow deep red.' - Kagax the Bloodthirsty, in Wilderness Ways, Long
Going to guess, not Mr. Long's favorite animal.