Monday, 7 October 2013

The Cub


  • On one Sunny day          (16)
  • We saw a tiger cub
  • Lying on the road.
  • His mother was not to be seen.
  • We picked him up
  • And brought him home.
  • We had our Black
  • Who had just then delivered
  • Four puppies.
  • She became the wet nurse.
  • The four puppies and the cub
  • Became very friendly.
  • They played with each other.
  • We also played with the cub.
  • One day, from somewhere,
  • His mother came.
  • The cub was then two years old.
  • The cub ran with his mother.
  • We couldn't  see him
  • Anywhere.
  • We miss  so also Black
  • and her kids miss him too much.
  • ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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