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Stalking Tigers (In a child’s imagination)

I wrote this when I was in high school, then did some revision work on it a few years back.  It probably needs more work, but I’m thinking it might be a cute children’s book.

Stalking Tigers

By Terree Klaes

It was a hot day in the jungle- almost too hot even for Cody, who had spent the last five months there hunting dangerous, wild animals. He thought he heard some rustling in the brush up ahead, so he crept down and peered through the large, slender leaves of a thickly grown bush. Soon, a beautiful Bengal tiger slunk out and padded gracefully along the path Cody had made. It looked almost like a mirage because the tiger was so perfect.

Cody decided this would be just the animal to add to his small zoo. He already had a gigantic tarantula, a wolf, and two piranhas. The capture of this wonderful creature before him was very important to Cody, so he stayed low to the ground and hidden as much as possible. If he were too loud, he would surely frighten the exotic animal away.

In the distance, the sound of a monkey could be heard. It sounded almost like a child laughing, but Cody knew all the tricks of the jungle. Many of the jungle’s characteristics seemed beautiful at first glance. But there was always another side to the beauty. At any minute, something sweet and innocent could turn on a person and attack!

Suddenly, the tiger disappeared back into the brush. Cody looked carefully at the plants with their swaying leaves telling where the tiger was heading. After a few minutes, the leaves stopped twitching, and Cody could no longer tell where the tiger was.

It was approaching nightfall and Cody’s stomach began to growl almost as fiercely as the beast he was hunting. He decided to give up his hunt for the day and was headed toward the edge of the jungle when something clawed at his bare leg! There he was, face to face with the tiger. No doubt there would be a struggle, but he had to catch this animal while he had the chance. He reached out to grab the tiger and they wrestled on the ground for a few minutes. Cody was successful, and he carried the tiger to the jungle’s edge, where he saw the squawking monkey hanging from a nearby tree.

“What are you doing with Mr. Whiskers, Cody? You leave my cat alone!” Amanda, Cody’s next door neighbor, called out. “Your mom’s been lookin’ for you anyway. I heard her calling you for dinner three times. I bet you’re gonna get in trouble.”

“I’m not gonna get in trouble. Here’s your mean cat. He scratched me!”

“You shouldn’t have picked him up.”

Just then the back door opened and Cody’s mom stepped out. “Cody, where have you been? I’ve been calling you. Say goodnight to Amanda and get your sister out of that tree. It’s time for dinner.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Told you you’d be in trouble,” Amanda snickered as she chewed on the end of a handful of hair.

“Why don’t you go home?”

“I’m on my way. Besides, I don’t want to get any of your cooties,” she said as she stomped off, and climbed through a hole in the fence.

Cody turned around, helped his sister, Tina out of the tree where she had been swinging upside down, and went inside.

“What on Earth have you been doing Cody? You’re a mess. Go wash up real fast, okay?”

“Okay Mom. Then I can tell you all about my hunt in the jungle today. It was great! Well, until Amanda came along and took my tiger away. She’s just a dumb girl. I wish she’d leave me alone sometimes!”

“Now, Cody, there’s nothing wrong with girls. After all, I’m a girl. I just wish the two of you would learn to get along.”

“She says I have cooties. I think that’s cause she’s really got ‘em.”

“I’m quite sure neither of you has cooties. Now go wash up like I said.”

“All right Mom.” Then, just before he turned to go wash up, Cody threw his arms around his mom’s waist. “I guess not all girls are bad. I do love you.”

 

Revised Copyright Sept. 2014

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Those Crazy Aussie Dog People: My Dog Days of Summer

How many of you know some of those crazy dog people?

What you cannot see right now is that I am raising my hand and pointing frantically at myself because I AM one of those crazy dog people.  Yep- we have no kids, so our dogs have taken over that part of our lives.  We send the traditional family photo Christmas card, with our dogs in the pic in place of kids.  I even considered getting those tacky little family stick figure window stickers for my car, using a man, a woman, and two dogs (maybe we’d even stick the cat on there, but she prefers to be left out of everything).  We pretend we know what the dogs would say if they could speak and speak for them, and we call each other Mommy and Daddy when the dogs refer to us.  “Aw, MJ just loves her daddy!”

I didn’t start out as a crazy dog person.  In fact, I grew up as a cat lover and was a bit scared of dogs over 30 lbs, but my husband wanted to be able to get a dog once we had a house, and I was ready to give it a try.  We researched breeds and kept coming back to Australian shepherds, which are not Australian, by the way.  This is an active breed, an intelligent breed, and a fluffy breed (our Dyson has been a great investment).  They were primarily bred in America for the purpose of herding cattle, instincts that apparently carry over to girl scouts (it’s ok- nobody was hurt). Because tails could get in the way, causing injury or infection, the breed standard is also to have their tails docked when they are puppies, for which my belongings and I are ever grateful.

This seems to have led to various degrees of “the wiggle.”  The wiggle encompasses everything from a slight movement of the “nub,” to a full on body-bent-in-half-at-the-waist wiggle, to “the Shakira” in which MJ’s hips move so quickly you can feel a breeze if you’re standing close.  With the last two types there are also often happy snarls and sneezes (we read somewhere that these sneezes are a sort of dog laughter).

In Dylan’s case, the docked tail has also lead to what we call the “Donald Rump.” I’m sure you can see why.

If it’s true that pets can add years to one’s life, I am certain Robert and I will live at least till 100, and so to return the favor, I am dedicating a blog post each day this week to my Awesome Aussies, Sir Dylan (we never call him Sir, as we’re afraid it will go to his head- he’s already quite the alpha dog) and Mara Jade (she’s named after Luke Skywalker’s redheaded wife).

If you stay tuned, you’ll get the girl scout story.

For today, I’ll leave you with this thought:

“My goal in life is to be as good of a person as my dog already thinks I am.” ~Author Unknown