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A Ridiculously Large Wheel of Cheese and a Frisbee
“So the main thing I don’t understand is, why were you pretending to be a tiger?”
This was not, truth be told, the reaction Zeb had anticipated. Having just blurted out the highlights of the last twenty-four hours including everything from hidden orbs to secret songs to reclaiming his magical clay, he thought it odd that Flip choose to focus on this one minor detail.
“What kind of tiger? White or orange?”
“It doesn’t matter!”
“Well of course it matters! What about camouflage? I don’t think an orange tiger would do a very good job of hiding in the snow do you?”
“No, but I wasn’t in the snow, I was in the forest.”
“Oh. Okay then. So you were an orange tiger.”
“Well…yes. I suppose I was, but you haven’t answered my question: are y
