The tiger bursts into the prefecture and, ignoring the startled petitioners
Who've been waiting in some cases for days, demands to see the prefect
He states his case: having been wandering for some time
In the Interminable Mountains he has lost track of where he is
If this is the East Country of his birth he stands for reckless courage and heedless cruelty
But in the Southwestern Land he is noted for filial loyalty and as a sign of prosperity
Unfortunately, the prefect says, you are in the Debatable Lands where tigers
Are well known to be imaginary. Worse, we have issued all our licenses
For mythical creatures for the next five years. All we have left
Are licenses for dogs and turtles. What sort of dogs do you have? asks the tiger.
There are three types here: Insanely brave and loyal but comical,
Cowardly and thieving, or yellow and brown striped and much given
To amorous adventures by moonlight. I can do all of that says the tiger;
Give me three dog licenses. I'll take one of the ones for turtles too
In case this dog thing doesn't work out.
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