Some bed, Biff thought. Then, his body aching from battling his way through the jungle, Biff slept.
Early in the morning, with the sun fighting to send its rays through the dense jungle, Biff was awakened by a call from just above him. Chuba was about five limbs higher up.
“Good sleep, Biff?” Chuba called down.
Before answering, Biff tested his cramped arms and legs. He was stiff all over. Sleeping in a tree might be safe, but it certainly was no featherbed. He knew though, that after half an hour in the hot, steamy jungle, he would sweat all the stiffness out of his body.
“Guess so. I slept, anyway,” he called up to Chuba.
“Then we go down, and be on our way. We should reach border in two more hours.”
The sun had brightened the circular opening below, about the only spot where the sun’s rays could get through. Biff heard Chuba scrambling down from above him. Then he looked down and gasped. There in the center of the circle, stretched out asleep, was the most magnificent animal he had ever seen.
“Hold it up there, Chuba,” Biff said softly. The scrambling stopped. “Can you see down through the leaves?”
Chuba’s answering gasp told him that he could.
The animal below, enjoying a morning snooze, was a tiger.