Energy to Play

Tiggy burst from his cozy spot, a small explosion of striped fur and boundless energy. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the jungle floor, and it felt like the whole world was waking up with him. He stretched, a magnificent, cub-sized stretch that made his little back arch and his tail give a happy flick. Last night’s nap, the one he’d grumbled about so much, had worked its magic. He felt zippy, zoomy, ready for anything! He could practically feel the playtime bubbling up inside him.

“Mama!” he called, his voice bright and clear. Mama Tiger, who had been resting beside him, opened one eye, a soft rumble vibrating in her chest. “I’m awake! And I’m not sleepy anymore!”

Mama Tiger blinked slowly, her golden eyes warm and knowing. “I can see that, my little spark,” she purred, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “The jungle is a wonderful place to wake up to, isn’t it?”