Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Tiger Tale

Mother and baby. They are eating. The little one changed. They are enjoying it. They enjoyed it in the past. Two animals. A tiger man and a guy. It’s gruesome looking. It is time to play together. If they have a fight, they can let mom and dad settle it.

Mother and baby.

Mother looks tired, doesn’t she? The one that is more human is Tom. I’m not animal oriented. Someone with personal problems, then whatever. Here I am.

They are in bed, where they stay part of the time. One is darker, but still. Leaning against. Cuddling up. I wouldn’t think that for wild animals. They are in a house. Someone had to adopt them. They need a little place that is already built. Mother’s putting her arm around. I can’t imagine Tom letting it.

Mother looks kind of tired, doesn’t she?

I’ve never been around this type of people. Tigers and things. They had to have been together before, to be calm like this. They seem to be friends. Where are they looking to go to? Whatever they are going to do, they are going to be friends doing it. Friends, not enemies.

They have not always been friends. Wildlife. He went up a tree, encouraging the other animals in his area to go up the tree.

Look at mothers eyes. She’s so tired she doesn’t know what to do. They met in the tree. Tom followed him up. They might not understand each other’s language. Growling. They have to have some time of understanding to be that cozy. They say they love each other very much.

Momma looks tired, too.

They go out in the back yard with all the trees and shrubbery. They would like something that they could [makes climbing motions], even if they tore it down. Big ones, little ones, in between ones. It was more fun than anything I have ever seen.

This mother is tired, already.

The baby is okay. Stripes.

She’s tired. She’s been busy. Killing some time I guess. See her eyes? She just had the baby. The baby is wide awake. They might go to sleep again. We saw them as babies, but they are worth while.

Mother is tired. Look at her eyes. From the north to the south, all part of it. They will look for some food to eat.

Mama’s tired. They will get good for each one. They will find it. They will find whatever is available. Some milk for the young one. She better be busy if she is going to feed him. Is this commercial feeds or open spaces? Which way are they traveling? They are in commercial places. They are on a blanket. They need a group. They need others, brothers and sisters, probably, born at the same time. If Mama doesn’t get the right food, she might collapse. She will eat peanuts if she can get it. She won’t start nibbling on the child, she will get up and hunt for small animals that can’t defend themselves. Some kind of wild thing she can tear apart. If they are aware of plants and possible to obtain, she may do this.

The mother looks kind of tired. Maybe she fought a battle to keep her young one, a small quick animal, dangerous because it’s wild, out, and already going around checking things out - it’s all over though. She fought the battle, and now she is resting. The spend time together, not so close and calm is they were on a fighting paralysis policy. Build a humongous building of concrete and put them in it, because to begin with, he would not have a big building to be in.

Anne, Gretchen, Mable, Patricia, Margaret, Maxine, Alice

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