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Home of the Fighting Tigers

At the park just now M. and I played with some maybe 6 year old kids who were there with the YMCA day care. Two girls who I got collecting tiny sequoia pine cones and piling them up for squirrel treasures (with feathers for decoration). This went on for a while but no squirrels came.

M. suggested that I be a tiger and he would fight me with a stick. Straight out of the end of Jungle Book. The two big girls then began to be tigers and some even bigger boys came over on their hands and knees being quite convincing and scary tigers. At this point I was sitting at a picnic table and just watching.

M. with his stick was completely surrounded by roaring tigers who pawed the air and clawed his legs. Keep in mind he is maybe 31 inches tall, not quite even 3 feet! He took a bold fencing stance and said "En garde, ho, ha, ho, ho ha" in proper style. Very brave!

I had kind of expected him to run to me or at least hide his face. But no - he fought the tigers... He especially loved the one boy who would fall down dead in a very dramatic way when whacked with the stick.

Don't worry, the stick was a tiny little twig deemed incapable (by me) of putting anyone's eye out.