post written by Tirucub

One day the cubs were going along waiting for their math class to start. Omcub was saying don't you think long division is too long, and Arunacub was saying to Tirucub are you sure you know the square root of 65? And Tiru was saying oh yes of course I do but I don't like to waste words.

Then Mum Lioness called them into the cave. It was a very instrading math class. Number one, Spotty was trying to remove his spots with the chalk eraser but it was not being too successful and Mum Lioness kept asking for the eraser back. Then a little later in the class Mum Lioness was asking Arunacub the powers of 2 and using the example of turbans ... if a turban doubled and then each of those turbans doubled ... but Aruna was insisting that he take his turban down to Bhagavan to have it blessed. Mum lioness was saying but I also have to teach you social studies and science but Arunacub insisted that the turban could only be fully blessed right NOW due to matters known only to extreme turban lovers. Finally math was over and it was time for science. Mum Lioness started planning the lesson. The lesson went as follows:

Mum Lioness took Spotty to the front of the class and perched him on a little box which she assured him had been blessed by Bhagavan. Then Spotty's picture was drawn on the blackboard by Mum Lioness and Spotty was allowed to count the spots and then erase them with the very same chalk eraser he had tried to use before on his real spots. Then all the cubs were supposed to give in a little report on how different Spotty would be without his spots.

After that Mum Lioness had to think and think about the next lessons, so the cubs had a little free time and they chose to use that free time on going to Med Tiger. They found Med Tiger in his cave with a little pot of ink and a pen going over some writing that seemed to be all about how he could be helped by Bhagavan on self-enquiry. He was editing his writing with the pen Bhagavan had lent him. Med Tiger was drinking some very weak coffee. He sent his writing down the hill to Bhagavan in the form of paper airplanes.

Tirucub got to the point immediately. "Unca Stripes, it kept me up all night, the mystery of Spotty staying six months old forever. I can't stand it anymore! PLEASE explain this!"