the tiger who would be king

The tiger who would be king

One morning, the tiger woke up in the jungle and told his mate that he was king of beasts.

“leo, the lion, is king of beasts,” she said.

“We need a change,” said the tiger.”the creatures  are crying for a change.”

The tigerss listened but she could  hear no crying, except that of her cubs.

“I”II be king of beasts by the time the moon rises,”said the tiger.”It will be a yellow moon with black stripes, in my honor.”

“oh sure,”said the tigerss as she went to look after her young,one of whom,a male, very like this father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.

The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion’s den.”come out,”her roared,”and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, log live the king!”

Inside the den, the lionees woke her mate.” the king is here to see you,” she said.

“Whats king?”he inquired, sleepily.

“The king of beasts,” she said.

“I am the king of beasts,” roared leo and he charged out of the den to defend his crown against the pretender.

It was a terrible fight and it lasted until the setting of the sun. all the  animals of the jungle joined in, som taking the side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature from the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to repulse the tiger, and some did not knot know which they were fighting for, and some fought for both, and some fought whoever was nearest and some fought for the sake of fighting .

“What are we fighting for?” someone asked the aardvark.

“The old order,”said the aardvark.

“Whar are we dying for ?”someone asked the zebra.

“The new order,”said the zebra.

Whwn the moon rose, fevered and gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in which nothing stirred except a macaw and a cockatoo, screaming in horror. All  the beasts were dead except the tiger, and his days  were numbered and his time was ticking away. He was monarch ol all he surveyed, but it didn’t seem to mean anything.

 

A crow,parched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak,attracted the eye and nose of a fox. “if you can sing as prettily as you sit,”said the fox,”then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight.”the fox had read somewhere,and somewhere else,that praising the voice of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and sing.but this is not what happened  to this particular crow in this particular case.

“they say you are sly and they say you are crazy,”said the crow, having carefully removed the the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot,” but you must be nearsighted as well. warblers wear gay hats and colored jackets and bright vest, and they are a dollar hundred. I wear black and I am unique.

“ I am sure you are,” said the fox, which wash neither crazy nor nearsingthed as well. Warblers wear gay now that I look more closely, as the most famed and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but I a hungry and must go.”

“tarry awhile,” said the crow quikly, “ and share my lunch with me.” Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion’s share of the cheese, and began to tell about him.” A ship that sails without a crwo’s nest sailsto doom,” he said.”  Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last forever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map marker. Least, my flight is known to scientist and engineers, geometricians, and scholar, as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points,” he concluded arrogantly .

“oh, every two points, I am sure,” said the fox.”and thank you for the lion’s share of what I know you could not spare.” And with this he trotted away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow perched forlornly in the tree.