He was pushed in on a thing with wheels and the skins of wild animals were thrown over him.

That in itself was doubtful.

Then when he began to stand up and move about he did it in a queer unaccustomed way and the others seemed to have to help him.

The robin used to secrete himself in a bush and watch this anxiously, his head tilted first on one side and then on the other.

He thought that the slow movements might mean that he was preparing to pounce, as cats do.