“The Orange Tiger”, by Oakley Martin

He was so pretty.  He was very valiant.  He had very bright black and orange hairs.  He had a very loud roar.  And that was who he was.  The Orange Tiger.  They called him magnificent.  Awesome.  Their leader.  Spectacular.  Their war hero.  At least against elephants.  But maybe not against giraffes.  The animals just loved him.  Adored him.  In fact, they loved him so much they called him their king and that was just that.  That was the way that the Orange Tiger was made.  It was just how he was.

the end

This is a story that Oakley wrote in her notebook.  For no apparent reason.  I love it.

 

 

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