In a very few minutes some of them got ahead of him. They lined up in a row and barred his way. Others hemmed him in from behind. Wherever he looked he saw terrors. Antlers of great elks and the huge face of an elephant towered over him. Heavy， serious.minded bears and boars grunted behind him. Cool.looking leopards and panthers with sarcastic faces （as he thought） stared at him and waved their tails. What struck him most of all was the number of open mouths. The animals had really opened their mouthsto pant； he thought they had opened their mouths to eat him.
Uncle Andrew stood trembling and swaying this way and that. He had never liked animals at the best of times， being usually rather afraid of them； and of course years of doing cruel experiments on animals had made him hate and fear them far more.
“Now， sir，” said the Bulldog in his business.like way， “are you animal， vegetable， or mineral？” That was what it really said； but all Uncle Andrew heard was “Gr.r.r.arrh.ow！”
Digory And His Uncle Are Both In Trouble