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“The Tiger Who Would Be King"

by James Thurber

 

 

One morning the tiger woke up in the jungle and told his

mate that he was king of beasts.

“Leo, the lion, is king of beasts,” she said.

“We need a change,” said the tiger. “The creatures are

crying for a change.”

The tigress listened but she could hear no crying, except

that of her cubs.

“I’ll be king of beasts by the time the moon rises,” said

the tiger. “It will be a yellow moon with black stripes, in

my honor.”

“Oh, sure,” said the tigress as she went to look after her

young, one of whom, a male, very like his father, had got an

imaginary thorn in his paw.

The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the

lion’s den. “Come out,” he roared, “and greet the king of

beasts! The king is dead, long live the king!”

Inside the den, the lioness woke her mate. “The king is

here to see you,” she said.

“What king?” he inquired, sleepily.

“The king of beasts,” she said.

“I am the king of beasts,” roared Leo, and he charged out

of the den to defend his crown against the pretender.

It was a terrible fight, and it lasted until the setting of the

sun. All the animals of the jungle joined in, some taking the

side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature

from the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle

to overthrow the lion or to repulse the tiger, and some

did not know which they were fighting for, and some fought

for both, and some fought whoever was nearest, and some

fought for the sake of fighting.

“What are we fighting for?” someone asked the aardvark.

“The old order,” said the aardvark.

“What are we dying for?” someone asked the zebra.

“The new order,” said the zebra.

When the moon rose, fevered and gibbous,1 it shone

upon a jungle in which nothing stirred except a macaw2

and a cockatoo,3 screaming in horror. All the beasts were

dead except the tiger, and his days were numbered and his

time was ticking away. He was monarch of all he surveyed,

but it didn’t seem to mean anything.

MORAL: You can’t very well be king of beasts if there

aren’t any.