It was kindergarten when I heard the story of "Little Black Sambo". I don't remember the whole story, but the tiger ran around and around until he turned into butter.
I just finished a three-strand, wood-and-glass-bead necklace. In the photo below, it's draped across my little granddaughter's tiger, "Rahja".
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
I was nicknamed "Tiger" as a child, by a friend, and I liked it because I saw a whole different side of me. Never thought of myself as "feisty"!
Sleep, deep sleep, is calling out to me. I hope I don't dream about TIGERS now! "Good dreams, good dreams, pleasant dreams..." Think, "purrrrrrr...."
Tiger, Tiger
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