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
tigress listened but she could hear no crying, except that of her
cubs.
“I’ll
be king of beasts by the time the moon rises.” said the tiger. “It
will be a yellow moon with black stripes, in my honour.”
“Oh
sure,” said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of
whom, a male, very like his 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,” he roared “and greet the king of beasts! The king
is dead, long live the king!”
Inside
the den, the lioness woke her mate. “The king is here to see you”
she said.
“What
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, some taking 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.
“What
are we dying for?” someone asked the zebra.
“The
new order,” said the zebra.
When
the moon rose, fevered and gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in which
nothing stirred except a macaw and 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 of all he surveyed, but it
didn’t seem to mean anything.
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