The old tiger took one last survey of his domain: a patch of dry jungle (just a tangle, not a jungle) above a dry river bed (really just a small meandering depression) in a corner of the country that no one seemed to care about. It was almost noon and no one was out. Even the weather couldn't make up its mind what it was doing that day. Well, he was doing something, which wasn't saying much. Already, the tiger was thinking of taking a long nap under the palm trees again.