|"Prince Armen is hiding in a tree"|
mixed media (ink, latex paint, pastel
May 25, 2013
Prince Armen has been in this tree all afternoon and it's starting to get dark. Birds chirp as the sun goes down and a gentle breeze hints at good weather and a warm night. But his grip is tiring and he can't spend the night clinging to the tree. Lizards and small birds rustle in the undergrowth. Oh! How he wishes they could tell him if the tigers are gone or if they are just napping nearby before their nocturnal expeditions. He hears a new sound now: is it his tummy rumbling? Or a tiger's?!