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 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.
"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 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 of all he surveyed, but it didn't seem to mean anything.
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Tolong jaga sopan santunnya ya.. :)