Battle in the Jungle
by Tipper Allen
Tiptip was a fierce white tiger who inspired fear wherever he walked. He had a little sister named ChickChick who looked up to him and all but worshiped him.
[NOTE FROM CHICKIE: Ha!]
ChickChick was not a magnificent white tiger, but had black blotches all over her. Some
people animals claimed they found her beautiful, but TipTip knew he was the standard of beauty in the jungle, and ChickChick was not. From the moment their mother had put the spotty baby into his care, TipTip had instructed her in all the things a tiger must know: how to find food, how to slink, how to pounce, and how to tussle.
ChickChick learned quickly under TipTip’s able tutelage, and soon grew to be an okay black-and-white tiger who spent her days eating, sleeping, and tussling, as a good tiger should.
Then one day, a stranger came to the jungle.
Her name was AdAd, and she wasn’t a tiger at all – she was a lion!
AdAd smelled different, looked different, and ate a different food. She acted like the tigers’ jungle was her home. The tigers’ mother welcomed her and tried to introduce her to the beautiful tigers, but they resisted.
Little ChickChick hid from her, and the fierce and protective TipTip hissed at her and chased her.
And do you know what? When TipTip chased her, AdAd cried, “Wheeeeeeeee! Play time!”
What can a tiger do with a lion like that?
When a week had passed, ChickChick started to come out of hiding more, and TipTip thought about giving up on hissing and chasing.
What would happen next? Would the lion go away? Would TipTip and ChickChick make friends with her?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of the story.
In the Halls of the Monster Queen
by Chickie Allen
Once upon a time, there were a black and white princess cat named Chicker and a white prince cat named Tippie. They were as good as they were beautiful and as brave as lions.
One day, a terrible monster moved into their castle and took their mommy, the real queen, sausage.
[Note from “the real queen”: I think she means “hostage.”]
The real queen acted like the monster belonged in the castle. The real queen gave the monster the prince and princess’s toys (they didn’t care – they never played with them anymore, anyway … except the one with the rolly balls inside it).
The monster acted like she wanted to make friends, but Chicker ran from her and hid when she came close, and Tippie hissed and mreeowwled. It made the real queen sad, but that’s what she gets for letting a monster come live in the castle.
After a while, it looked like the monster wasn’t going away. The real queen and the whole castle started to smell like the monster. The good cats didn’t like it, but they started to get used to it.
TO BE CONTINUED
The monster lion
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