So this is the third story from last night. As a prelude, I have to add, we are big on colours in our family. Where before the hubby was wont to refer to all colors in the off-white, beige, brown spectrum as 'chocolate' colour, he now knows the differences between peach, orange, purple, violet even turquoise and aquamarine :-). Hence the all important colours in my story's title. You should also note that all children that appear in any of these stories are either 3 or 4 years old. They cannot be any older than that because that would make them older than Sammu! All protoganists are also female, unless otherwise specified. So we have female Ramus and Somus as well as female Pooh bears in our stories. On we go to the story.
There was once a tiger that lived on the banks of the Ganga river. The tiger lived in the beautiful floating mangrove forests. Where there was land, he walked, where there was water, he swam. He was a beautiful animal, strong and fierce, with yellow and black stripes. (I thought I was being poetic and lyrical in describing the tiger and the forests, but my daughter said I should stop with the description because all tigers look this way :-) ). This tiger was friends with a brown owl. Together they hunted at night and slept during the day. One day, the owl told the tiger that he needed to go away on a trip with his parents. He was going north up the river, he said and he would be back in some time.
On his return, the owl told the tiger a fantastic tale - he claimed that he had seen a White tiger! The tiger was very disbelieving and sarcastic. You are trying to fool me, he said. Oh no, I really saw a white tiger, said the owl. The tiger decided to call his bluff. Let's go together, he said. We will take the same route that you did on your trip and we will see if we can find this white tiger. So they decided to go that very night.
They followed the river and went north for many days. Long days and nights they travelled until they reached cold regions. The river was an icy blue and it was very cold. The yellow tiger was desperately thirsty but the water was so cold. He didn't want to drink it. Finally, thirst overcame discomfort and he decided to walk down to the river and drink the water. He lapped the water from the river thirstily and was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly he heard a loud roar, he looked up and saw to his shock - a tiger on the opposite side!! And it was white!!!! He could not believe it. He called to the owl, who was sleeping in the shadows among the trees. Little Owl, look here, we have found the white tiger you saw!!! And Owl could not stop smirking and laughing, I told you so, he said. Yellow Tiger had to accept that the Owl was right.
Ok, let's go back now, said Little Owl. I miss Home. And they decided to go back home again.
On the way back, they saw a White Owl (like Hedwig from HP :-) ) But that is a story for another day.
There was once a tiger that lived on the banks of the Ganga river. The tiger lived in the beautiful floating mangrove forests. Where there was land, he walked, where there was water, he swam. He was a beautiful animal, strong and fierce, with yellow and black stripes. (I thought I was being poetic and lyrical in describing the tiger and the forests, but my daughter said I should stop with the description because all tigers look this way :-) ). This tiger was friends with a brown owl. Together they hunted at night and slept during the day. One day, the owl told the tiger that he needed to go away on a trip with his parents. He was going north up the river, he said and he would be back in some time.
On his return, the owl told the tiger a fantastic tale - he claimed that he had seen a White tiger! The tiger was very disbelieving and sarcastic. You are trying to fool me, he said. Oh no, I really saw a white tiger, said the owl. The tiger decided to call his bluff. Let's go together, he said. We will take the same route that you did on your trip and we will see if we can find this white tiger. So they decided to go that very night.
They followed the river and went north for many days. Long days and nights they travelled until they reached cold regions. The river was an icy blue and it was very cold. The yellow tiger was desperately thirsty but the water was so cold. He didn't want to drink it. Finally, thirst overcame discomfort and he decided to walk down to the river and drink the water. He lapped the water from the river thirstily and was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly he heard a loud roar, he looked up and saw to his shock - a tiger on the opposite side!! And it was white!!!! He could not believe it. He called to the owl, who was sleeping in the shadows among the trees. Little Owl, look here, we have found the white tiger you saw!!! And Owl could not stop smirking and laughing, I told you so, he said. Yellow Tiger had to accept that the Owl was right.
Ok, let's go back now, said Little Owl. I miss Home. And they decided to go back home again.
On the way back, they saw a White Owl (like Hedwig from HP :-) ) But that is a story for another day.
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