Tigger Too's Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

The cub slept on the low table with a white bandage on his paw. Valerie taped the edge down and stepped back. Tigger Too watched her mouth stay tight. The paper on the wall still had red ink across the top. He understood the shape of the trouble now. The cub could not stay in the clinic without being written down, and being written down would cost Valerie the green building with the blue paw on the sign. But the cub could not go back to the jungle either. His family was gone. Kova's eyes were on the high rocks, and any cub found wandering hurt and unclaimed would be dragged into a fight over territory before sundown. Tigger Too needed a place for him to hide. Not the clinic. Somewhere close, and quiet, and dry. He slipped out the back door while Valerie washed her hands. The lot behind the clinic held a three-sided shelter with a concrete floor. Too open. Too obvious for any inspector who came walking. He kept going, past the fence, into a strip of weeds along a footpath. At the end of the path stood a wooden shed with green trim and a small window. Flowerpots leaned against one wall. The door was latched but not locked. He pushed his nose against the handle until it gave. Inside smelled like dirt and old rope. Bags of soil made a wall along the back. Behind the bags, a gap the size of a cub. He ran back for the cub. Valerie was at the counter, writing nothing on a blank page. Tigger Too gripped the loose skin at the cub's neck and lifted. The cub was still heavy. His legs still shook. He carried him out the back door, along the fence, down the weedy path, and into the shed. He set the cub in the gap behind the soil bags and licked the bandage once to check it. The cub curled against the burlap and slept again. Tigger Too dragged an empty pot across the floor to cover the gap from view. Then he sat in the doorway and waited. Valerie found him before dark. She stood in the shed door with her arms crossed and looked at the pot, the bags, and the small tail sticking out. Her mouth was not tight anymore. "Not my building," she said. "Not my patient. Not on any paper." She crouched and set a folded towel inside the gap. "I walk past here twice a day. That's all." She stood up and left. Tigger Too stayed in the doorway. The cub was hidden. The clinic was safe. Kova did not know. He had made a den where there was none, and no one had asked him to.