A Cozy Corner Discovered

Roary, with a final, triumphant wiggle of his tail, declared, "No sleepy-time for Roary! Roary wants to zoom!" Mama Tiger sighed, a puff of air that ruffled the fur on her chest. She had tried everything. She’d told him the story of the brave little mouse who saved the entire jungle from a grumpy badger (Roary had insisted on adding a roaring dinosaur to the tale, which had completely derailed the nap-time narrative). She’d sung the lullaby about the moonbeams dancing on the river, but Roary had chimed in with his own energetic percussion on a nearby hollow log, turning a gentle melody into a jungle drum solo.

Papa Tiger, who had been observing the escalating efforts with a mixture of amusement and mild panic, cleared his throat. "Perhaps," he began, his voice a low rumble, "we need a different approach. Something… more Roary-approved." He glanced at Mama Tiger, a silent question in his eyes. She gave a tiny nod, her gaze still fixed on her irrepressible cub.

"Hide-and-Sleep!" Papa Tiger announced, his tail giving a hopeful flick. "Roary, you hide, and then you… sleep!"