In the heart of the Tigre forest, the trees break away, forming a perfectly circular clearing. A few paths have opened up where trees have parted to allow the magnificent felines entrance to this small but spacious area.
At dusk, when the stars peek out from their wispy blankets of clouds, one can see all of the constellations quite clearly up above them. This clearing is perfect for stargazing, as one particular Tigre has discovered.
Between two narrow paths at the southern end of the clearing, a hole has been dug into the earth; fresh bits of topsoil and upturned plants are pilled up nearby, for later use as fertilizer.
If one were to travel down this hole, wide enough for even the largest Tigre to fit, he would find a tunnel; following this tunnel he would then find himself beside a rushing, babbling brook. There is a wooden sign near the hole, upon which has been painted with berry juice in crude letters "Welcome to Star Creek."
On the far side of Star Creek, one will find a lush, jungle-like area filled with exotic animals and tropical plants. Leaves, ranging not just from its normal greens and yellows but also to deep purples and fiery reds and vibrant oranges, grow in abundance up to the size of a large Tigre cub.
In the middle of this wondrous place sits a young male Tigre, his pelt the color of the night sky in autumn and tattooed with winding light-gold markings.
"Welcome," his kind, calm voice drifts by, its tone lulling and dreamy, "to my paradise."
