A LONG TIME AGO in a land far away there lived a tiger, who had been hunting for two long days. He was very tired. So he decided to lie down in the shade of a mango tree, underneath some cool foliage, and take a nap. He fell asleep.<\/p>\n
Presently, he became aware that something sharp kept poking into his haunches. He opened one eye to see a little squirrel digging his claws into his side.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay, little squirrel, what are you doing?\u201d asked the wise tiger, who could not fault the dimwitted rodent for poking a sleeping tiger.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m feeling your muscles, to see how fine they are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, little squirrel,\u201d said the tiger, flexing his paw, \u201cfeel my arm and then go away. I have been hunting for two days, and I am tired. I want to sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
So the squirrel felt the tiger\u2019s muscle and said, \u201cThank you, Mr. Tiger. You\u2019re very strong, but not as strong as the tiger in my<\/em> glen.\u201d<\/p>\n The tiger snorted, for it made no difference to him which was the stronger, and he went back to sleep.<\/p>\n Soon he was awakened to the feeling of his fur being rubbed the wrong way. He opened one eye. \u201cSay, little squirrel, what are you doing now? You\u2019re rubbing my fur the wrong way, and it hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no, I\u2019m not rubbing your fur the wrong way. I\u2019m testing the resilience of the hair fibers.\u201d<\/p>\n The tiger said, \u201cCall it what you will\u2014stop doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Tiger!\u201d cried the squirrel even as he continued to stroke the tiger the wrong way, \u201cwhy are you angry with me? I have done nothing!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou have awakened me, and you are rubbing me the wrong way. Please leave me to sleep, as I have been hunting for two days and I am tired. You have tested the resilience of my fur long enough to know now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d huffed the squirrel, \u201cyour fur isn\u2019t nearly so resilient as that of the tiger in my<\/em> glen.\u201d<\/p>\n The tiger said nothing to that, understanding that the squirrel seemed even less clever now than he did before. \u201cGo away, little squirrel. You are in my glen now, and I would sleep.\u201d So he did.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t long before the tiger awoke to find little squirrel fists full of his hair, being plucked. \u201cLittle squirrel,\u201d said the tiger, beginning to lose his patience, \u201cI thought I told you to leave me be. Did you not understand that I have been hunting, and I am tired? Do you not understand that I could gobble you up if you anger me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell! I never!\u201d pronounced the squirrel. \u201cHow dare you be angry with a little squirrel like me. I have done nothing to you!\u201d<\/p>\n The tiger tried to be patient, as it was clear to him that the rodent had no sense. \u201cYou have awakened me three times. When I have told you of my wish to sleep, you have poked my haunches, rubbed me the wrong way, and pulled my fur out of my skin. How can you say you have done nothing? Begone, rat, before I eat you.\u201d<\/p>\n The squirrel was much offended. He glared at the tiger, propped his fists on his flanks, and said, \u201cWell, in any case, your fur is easier plucked than that of the tiger in my<\/em> glen!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen go torture him and leave me be so I can sleep.\u201d And he did.<\/p>\n No sooner had he fallen asleep than tiny rodent teeth bit down into the tender flesh of his ear. He awoke with a roar that deafened even himself.<\/p>\n The little squirrel scampered just out of reach and the tiger, rubbing his ear, said, \u201cYou really are not very bright, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow dare you!\u201d squeaked the squirrel as he danced an angry jig. \u201cI have not lowered myself to calling you names! How petty you are! The tiger in my<\/em> glen is not petty!\u201d<\/p>\n The tiger would have ignored the rodent as had been his intention all along, but for the gleam of wicked intent he glimpsed in the small black eyes.<\/p>\n He comprehended at last. The squirrel was not stupid\u2014just disturbed and wicked. \u201cYou have been bothering me on purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have not!\u201d said the squirrel. \u201cI have been comparing you to my tiger. How dare you not let me interrupt your sleep when you are out here in the open, at the mercy of just any squirrel. How dare you accuse me of bad things.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d said the tiger thoughtfully. \u201cDid you get what you were after?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yes!\u201d replied the squirrel with much glee.<\/p>\n \u201cGood. Then you won\u2019t mind\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n And the tiger snarfed him down. Licking his chops, the poor tiger finally got some sleep.<\/p>\n ★<\/p>\n A LONG TIME AGO in a land far away there lived a tiger, who had been hunting for two long days. He was very tired. So he decided to lie down in the shade of a mango tree, underneath some cool foliage, and take a nap. He fell asleep. 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