Mum Lioness was hanging up the tiny kaupinams to dry in the sun (though the cubses usually scampered away if she suggested they wear them) when she saw a surprising sight. Creatures of every description were walking and galloping and flying and slithering along, as far as the eye could see.



"Cubs!" she called, knowing they would want to see this beautiful and unusual sight.

Where were those cubs? She had left them in the cave, practicing spelling. When she peeked in for them, there were a few papers on the cave floor, one with jammy pawprints, but no cubs to be seen. She turned and scanned the landscape. Ah ha! Her sharp eyes picked up the glint of Spotty's binocs, high up in a tree.

Quickly, she covered the ground to that tree. Sure enough, all four scamps were up there, exclaiming with delight over the various creatures they could see right to the horizon.

"What about that spelling?" Mum Lioness started with.

"Oh, it is laid down in an ancient text that no one is supposed to study spelling if the shadows of feathered creatures fall over striped creatures ... and through Spottykins' binocs we could see that the shadows of some sparrows were falling on some white tigers.

"Which ancient text is that?" asked Mum Lioness, trying not to smile.

Tiru pretended to be concentrating too hard on something in the distance to hear Mum Lioness' question.

"So many creatures!" she exclaimed.

"They are all bringing poems to Bhagavan for His Jayanti," explained Omcub.

Spotty let Mum Lioness borrow the binocs, and sure enough she could see that every creatures of every size was carrying a piece of paper or bark with something written on it.

In the distance she could see the Gurunathans giving directions to a group of elephants.



A raccoon family who were practicing reciting their poems pointed some tigers toward Virupaksha Cave.



Spotty, who was trying to be helpful to some lost giraffes, got carried quite a distance.



He was finding the ride so exciting he could not hear Mum Lioness and his brothers calling for him to come back. Luckily Uncle Annamalai found him where the giraffe set him down and dashed him back him home.



"We must compose some poems ourselves!" exclaimed the cubs. Paper and pencils were found and the cubs all stretched out in the sun to write.