I ran up to it to attempt a capture. It scooted in to the sugarcane field.
Sweet, please stop running
Hey c'mon we won't hurt you
Come with us
Following it with my companions, I was at last able to grab it by the scruff of its neck while it snapped and tried to scratch me with its long, hooked claws We put it in one of the gunny-bags we had brought
I got back to Bangalore I duly presented it to my wife. She was delighted
She at once put a coloured ribbon around its neck, and after discovering the cub was a ‘boy’ she christened it Bruno.