Tigers Don't Take Naps

Previously

…“Exactly, my brave little tiger,” Mama Tiger purred, her paw resting gently on his back. “You’ll wake up feeling refreshed and ready for all sorts of adventures. The jungle will be buzzing with energy, and you’ll be right there with it.” Tiggy’s eyelids felt heavier than ever. The warmth of his Mama’s fur, the gentle rumble of her purr, and the comforting quiet of the jungle were all lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep. He yawned, a small, contented sound. He was safe. He was loved. And maybe, just maybe, naps weren’t so bad after all. He closed his eyes, and the dreams that came were not of lonely silence, but of happy games and playful roars, all waiting for him when he woke.