A boy from the days when they could roam woods, finds in his secret territory of blackberry vines, a litter of bobcat kittens. At great risk to himself, for he knows the fierceness of bobcats, he carries them all away. Although, there was no need to rescue them, they are fine, and he has to fight his own sensible fear to obtain them all. This he does. This is the stubbornness of a logging family in Oregon, according to Ken Kesey (September 17,1935 to November 10, 2001). And described with the almost unbelievable genius of that author, in Sometimes a Great Notion (1964).
The significance of Kesey in the American literary firmament, although already the highest possible, is actually not appreciated enough.